You, and your dazzling eyes,

Are the tools to burn demons alive.

I hope I was one of the dead spirits in the past,

Where meaningless life ended, withered heart replanted.

Your puny occurrence, and powerful magic,

Tripped me into a swamp, made me believe in the beyond.

If I could wish myself a sacred augur,

I want to see your shadow in any moment of it,

If I have three more wishes,

I want to have three more beyond with you,

Dying is no longer a selfish fear,

But a generous promise.

If there are three more lives to go with you,

Swamps are fountains, beyond are heavens.