Tacile le cuenta a la luna su eterna melancolía, pues el precio de su eterna juventud es una eterna emoción, la cual esta sellada y no sera transmutada
Tacile tells the moon her eternal melancholy, because the price of her eternal youth is her eternal emotion, that is sealed and will never be transmuted.
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Well, I have translated this entry, thanks for wait.
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