Greeting
The light-bending fog of the thickening haze, the birthplace reveals its origins, asphalt clods are etched, the shock of the blood will hurt, a whisper of neglect is plowed, a patch of echo resonates in the depths. However, in the rocky Tishrei, the forgotten hue of the height will dominate, a split slice of light will shine, the heart will glow, the chains will long for the caress of your lips, the thigh of your escapes will rise, crimson will shine like Bordeaux.
