The night does not weep
That it is about to die
When the Sun is about to
rise,
Unaware of its rebirth
though.
In my case I weep
That I am about to die
When the time comes
Despite the faith in rebirth.
Death is a long sleep.
Sleep is a short death.
Memory lives after the sleep
Memory dies after the death
01.04.2007
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