I see my love
I fly next to her
I present her with my gift
A small piece of solidified time
lovely markings are carved into time
As soft to the touch as the mud in shallow sea
she covers her body with time
and pulls me along to fly to the edge of existence
this is a spiritual fight
In our eyes, the stars appears as ghosts
In the eyes of the stars, we appears as ghosts
-- Cixin Liu, The Death's End
mobileNet Singer's Poem
I see my love
I fly next to her
I present her with my gift
A small piece of hair spray
lovely markings are carved into time
As soft to the touch as the mud in shallow sea
she covers her body with time
and pulls me along to fly to the edge of wig
This is a spiritual fight
In our eyes, the stars appears as drumsticks
In the eyes of the stars, we appears as drumsticks