But my heart is not delight.
I cherished to be happy more,
With the pleasant sight at the silvery shore.
But the memories are blurring my sight.
This is the cimmerian night with the gleaming light.
Another day has already passed.
It was the last delight of my lust.
The language of light in darkness is not merely decorative.
Where are the aesthetics of language? Where are they?
Now I wanna explore my life's delight.
As happiness lies within my sight.
Thus making my soul Happy and Delight.
Never turn back the Cimmerian Night.
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