I solemnly lifted my heavy heart with my hands.
Like the Greek daughter holding the ashes of the altar.
Looking at you, I pour ashes on your feet.
Look how big a pile of sorrow is buried in
In my heart, in the dark depths
How is that miserable fire burning vaguely?
If that little spark gives you disdain
Put them out with one foot, and it’s dark.
That’s all right, but you won’t
Stay by my side and wait for the wind to blow the dust away.
Raise your head and blow the ashes alive. Love, then wear it.
Your crown can’t be a barrier for you.
Protect you from this big flame.
That bottom hair is faster. Let’s go.
lli
Elera, the daughter of Agamemnon King in ancient Greece, once cooperated with her brother Hollette to prepare revenge for his father who was murdered by his mother and help him escape from her mother’s control. Later, her brother came back in disguise and held an altar of corpse ashes. Hollette was dead. Elektra was greatly saddened, so Hollette told her that there was still a life story in this corpse ashes. See the tragedy of Sophocles, Elektra.
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seven
I think the world has suddenly changed.
From the first time I heard you in my heart
Gently walking towards me through.
The tiny gap on the edge of my death
I said there that it was time to fall this time.
Only to be rescued by love and teach a song
The new song of life gave me baptism.
I am willing to drink that cup of bitter wine to praise it.
Sweet sweet you are by my side.
The heavenly people will follow you in
And change the name, and this song, this flute
Yesterday was loved, and today people want to hear it.
God knows the reason for singing
Your name is rippling.
lli
The poet’s address to her lover.
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eight
You are so generous and luxurious.
You put the golden treasure in your heart
Fence and dig out piles outside my wall.
With someone like me to pick it up or
What am I supposed to take with this rare charity?
Come on, you deserve it. Don’t say it.
I’m too cold and ungrateful for your many things.
Love and kindness, and I am