Your departure

Your tear slice my liver [of] refinement
I stroke my palm to your pale face
seen fear of your breath missing out on
your breath which emit a stream of in my breath
I caress your hair with mildness of night wind
felt vibration one tip of radius
do not have the power to arrest;detain love distortion
night morning star nuance what overflows which do not step aside
I will not leave your liver which [is] lugubrious manangis
have been soldered [by] promise [at] deepness of nurani
will follow one is worried [of] love in distress
even strength of night will meragas.