Chapter 9 Evening Harmony
At dusk, the flowers tremble on the branches,
Each flower is spewing incense, like a censer;
Sounds and scents echo through the night,
Melancholic waltzes and weary dizziness!
Each flower is spewing incense, like a censer;
The violin sips paint like a wounded heart;
Melancholic waltzes and weary dizziness!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a great altar.
The violin weeps like a wounded heart,
A tender heart hates the vast sky and the night!
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a great altar,
The sun has sunk into its own congealed blood.
A tender heart hates the vast void and the night!
Collect all the relics of the glorious past!
The sun has sunk into its own congealed blood...
You are like a "Holy Eucharist" in my memory!