Dawn shivering in purple acacias...

Just as dawn tingles in purple acacias, so does love make my heart tremble. 

My helpless thoughts, while endlessly dreaming of you, yearn for more, for I cling to you with such passion that the strings that wrap my heart break and envelop yours. 

I weep hopelessly. 

I want to hear what you hear, laugh at what you laugh, look at what you look at. 

I want the blood in my veins to be yours. 

I want to ignore a single day when I don't share your thoughts. 

I want to die at the same moment as you, and then be born. 

And you, the mortal god on your throne, never hear the feelings that pass through my mind. 

The wounds I wrapped in bandages would heal with just one smile from you.

How could I ever forget April of my fifteenth year?

The swallows that brought spring used to fly freely in the sky.

The shy light of the sun would hide among the clouds.

The sea, with all its clarity, looked at me with doubt.

The blue sparkles had never seemed so fascinating before.

At fifteen, I had entered the sea for the sake of drowning.

And by a strange twist of fate, now I am neither dead

nor able to rise from the sea.