hate blows a bubble of despair into　　hugeness world system universe and bang　　-fear buries a tomorrow under woe　　and up comes yesterday most green and young　　pleasure and pain are merely surfaces　　(one itself showing,itself hiding one)　　life's only and true value neither is　　love makes the little thickness of the coin　　comes here a man would have from madame death　　nevertheless now and without winter spring?

　　she'll spin that spirit her own fingers with　　and give him nothing (if he should not sing)　　how much more than enough for both of us　　darling.

And if i sing you are my voice,【hate blows a bubble of despair into查看网站：[db:时间]】