I am adorning the arrow pierced into my chest

 

We need a sun, my love;
Let love find its light, let the face of passion be illuminated,
And let the heavens stretch out before us, Let the flowers make love once more to the bees dusty, forgotten, and neglected, 

Let the face of spring smile upon your face,

And you, too, smile; Let me be jealous of you jealous of all the skies, the blues,
And even of the vast cosmos itself,
Then, at my command, let the sun be eclipsed,
Let darkness fall everywhere; let even the stars close their eyes,
Let no one see let no one be able to see you,
Not even the flowers that bloom for your sake each morning, nor the dreams...
We need a sun, my love;
Let all the skies and blues draw back their curtains just for you; let them be yours... 

Let even our tears spill from the blue,

And let the earth of the grave become a blue blanket to cover us...
We need a sun, my love;
I, the eighth planet of a galaxy lost in the unknown cosmos,
You, the third heaven of the universe's necklace, adorned with glittering stars

No one could die more beautifully if indeed we must die
There is no resurrection more beautiful than this,
Hand in hand with you,
With our heartbeats mingling, and eyes locked in a gaze...
But still, We need a sun, my love;

If you wish, put on that dress once more the one of burning yellow, making love to glowing orange...

11:12 I am adorning the arrow pierced into my chest. I am stroking the head of a fledgling death.