I don’t know how to answer your flowing tears
Without notice, they’re drowning me.
All I can do is grab those old planks of shouts floating nearby
So as not to be swept off by the tide.
In everything, time knows how to weave silence.
I now receive those tears and hold them
as the most precious thing there is
Without you noticing
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