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Under the linden tree

Delicate like a snowflake
Broken like a bird’s wing
He felt the beloved’s forbidden skin
This separation is untimely

I have buried my heart into the ground
Linden trees cried tears of blood
What kind of a farewell is this my love?
Your tears flowed from my eyes

My speeches are dumb, don’t interfere with them
His love is in me, don’t approach it
He made me bend my head
Don’t make this wound bleed

Isn’t someone else’s pillow strange to you?
Doesn’t your heart sadden as mine?
In each world, my sigh will search for you
Doesn’t your love give an explanation to me?