Chapter 18 evening harmony

The time has come when the flowers tremble on the branches, Each one is fragrant like a censer; Sounds and scents waft in the evening wind; Melancholic waltz, lazy dizziness! Each one is fragrant like a censer; The violin swallows faintly like a wounded heart; Melancholic waltz, lazy dizziness! The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar. The violin swallows faintly like a wounded heart; Tender hearts, that hate broad and black death! The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar. The sun sinks in its own blood. Tender hearts, that hate broad and black death! Contains all the remnants of the glorious past!

The sun sinks in its own blood. Thinking of you is like seeing the Eucharist glowing!