Dry

Cry, young boy. Eyes that are always dry

Will burn like wildfire

On every summer

An endless night will fall on your mind.

 

Pleure, jeune homme. Des yeux toujours restés secs,

Finiront toujours par brûler tel une forêt 

Chaque fois que l’été arrive

Une nuit éternelle tombera sur toi.

 

– sereqoti

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