Anyhow once as a man,
Brave to fight, brave to love, brave to bear...
In that era, everything depended on the longing of looking at the sea, in
that era, everything depended on the temper between life and death,
My face in thine eyes...
Thine in mine appears
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest...
Where can we find two better hemispheres...
Without sharp north,
Without declining west?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally.
If our two loves be one...
Or thou and I love so alike...
That none can slacken, none can die...
In this age, everything has a clear lesson of love and faith,
Or , you may die for it...
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