In the furnace of a cold night,
The candle light went by.
Under the agony of the present,
This carcass burnt; no fire
On the shallow emptiness of hope,
Hollow faith lingers.
Life resisting hard on melancholy,
The tornado stood standby.
On the indistinguishable funeral fire of hope,
The breathe I owe, kept decomposing.
In the furnace of a cold night,
The candle light went by.
Under the agony of the present,
This carcass burnt; no fire
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