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twenty one Late that night, a storm knocked on my door. I didn't know you had come into my room from the ruins, for the lamps were out and the room was dark; I stretch out my arms and beg heaven for mercy. In the stormy night, I lie on the ground and wait, not knowing that the storm is your banner. When morning came I saw you standing in the emptiness that hung over my hut. twenty two Has the God of Destruction descended? For the surging sea of ​​tears groans with the emptied tide of pain. The scarlet clouds were whipped by lightning, and the clouds ran wildly in the storm, and the sky was filled with the thunderous laughter of the madman.

Life rides in a chariot last completed by Death. Give what you have to the God of Destruction. Don't hold your savings tightly in your arms, don't look back. Crouching at his feet, dragging her long hair in the dust. Now is the time to hit the road. Because the lights have been extinguished and the homes are deserted. The wind is howling through the door, the walls are shaking, and there is a cry from the ghost land you don't know. Cover not your cheeks in trembling, nor weep in vain; the chains on your door are snapped. Let's go, set sail to the end of all joys and sorrows.

With mad dance steps, singing "Triumph of life in death," accept fate, O bride! Put on your red robe and follow the Bridegroom's torch through the darkness! twenty three I've been closest to you when I hurt you, even though I didn't know it.When I struggled and was defeated by you, I finally recognized you as my master.When I robbed you in the dark, I simply thought I owed you a nasty debt. Instead I feel your strength in my chest as I splash and wrestle proudly in your rapids. I extinguished the lights in the room in protest, and I was amazed by your starry sky.

twenty four Did you come to me as my sorrow?Then, I want to hold you tighter. The night is like a veil covering your face, but I want to see you more clearly. The god of death hit me with your hand, but let life jump and burn like a lamp.Tears well up in my eyes—let them flow around your feet in reverence. Let the pain in my breast prove to me that you are still mine. 25 I hid, trying to hide from you. Now that you have me at last, hit me and see if I flinch. End this contest forever. If you are the last victor, take everything from me. The huts by the wayside and the halls of stately riches have left me laughing and singing - now that you have come into my life, make me cry and see if you can break my heart.

26 When I wake up from your love, my peaceful night will be over. Your rising sun will pluck my heartstrings with its fiery touch, and I will begin to sail on its track of victory over suffering. I will dare to accept the challenge of death, and spread your gospel amidst the din of mocking and menacing. When your children suffer humiliation and tyranny, I will stand up; when you are abandoned by the world, I will desperately stand by your side. 27 I am the earth scorched by the summer sun, weary, thirsty, drained of life.I am waiting, when your rain falls in the middle of the night, I will open my breast cup and suck quietly.

I am eager to repay you with singing and flowers, but I have nothing, only the sigh from the bottom of my heart can be heard through the dry grass. However, I know that you will wait until the dawn, when I will be full of life, rich and beautiful. 28 Come on, like a rain cloud in summer, pouring rain all over the sky, come to me.With your graceful figure, you dye the purple mist of the mountains, urge the lifeless forest to speed up the pace of flowers and branches, and arouse the passion of the mountain spring to go to the distance. Come to me like a summer rain cloud, strike my heartstrings with the promise of latent life, with the joy of green fields.

29 I meet you at the seashore where night meets day; where light frightens darkness into dawn; where waves carry the kiss from one shore to the other.From the bottomless blue depths, a golden light spewed out, and there was a call, through the misty mist of tears, I stared intently at your face, but I was not sure if I saw you. 30 If there is no love in my life, then why is the blue sky in the morning filled with songs that break my heart?Why does the south wind whisper among the new green leaves? If there is no love in my life, then why should midnight bear starry sorrows in longing silence?

Why does this ignorant heart, despite everything, take the small boat of hope and sail on the unknown sea?