Chapter 35 couple's death

We shall have beds full of fragrance, A couch as deep as a grave, on the trellis will open for us Another exotic flower in the cave. Two hearts compete to exhaust the residual heat, into two gigantic torches, Two souls make a pair of mirrors, The double light shines in the mirror. Rosy, mysterious blue night, We will shoot each other the only electric light, Like a sigh full of sorrow; Afterwards, an angel will push the door into the room, Faithful and cheerful to quench the fire and the gray mirror resurrected.