Shush, be quiet my beloved.
Bleeding with joy is fine.
You will be elevated into God's tree.
Don't stop the stream; we are unfamiliar lovers.
The night is intense, my favorite.
Bite on your lips, try to endure your pain.
Let me reveal your scars to the stars, and rub them with freshness.
Soon, your blood will drain.
You mature into an old oak tree
You are free, you are free.
Death will never dream in your garden anymore.