You told me I love you with your eyes
The soul passed its hard exam,
Like the soft sound of belling mountain stream
That which is not said unsaid will remain.
Life passed, that train platform passed
The station's speaker bellowed silences
So many words written by the pen
That which is not said unsaid will remain.
Nights turn to dawn days become dusk
Fate more than once trembled the scales
Words entered me like the sun.
That which is not said unsaid will remain.
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Let it be light. The touch of a feather.
Let it be forever. Radiant memory.
This pale world is birch bark,
Whitened in these dark days from elsewhere.
Today it began to snow
Today autumn was brimming with smoke.
Let it be bitter. The memories of you.
Let it be light, memory wonderful.
Don't let the phone rouse your sorrow,
Your sadness move with the leaves.
Let it be light. This is only a dream
Barely brushing memory with its lips.
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