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Nothing stops the star ascending above the wavy sands.
Nocturnal sweetness vanquishes the archer,
diminishing the pale smile of his blue lips,
seeing him inert and aching on his throne of snow.
Between rock and cloud-glimmer,
beloved son of the rain, raise our hand
to cede the fire and its gardens.

梦
没有什么阻止星星升到起伏的沙丘之上。
夜的芳香征服了弓箭手，
苍白的笑容逐渐从发青的双唇逝去，
只见他一动不动，在雪之宝座上疼痛。
在岩石和乌云的微光之间，
雨之爱子，托起我们的手，
让出火和它的花园。