Every night I empty my heart.
　　But it's full again by moring.
　　Slowly,droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress.
　　At drawn I overflow with thoughts of us.
　　And aching pleasure that gives me no respite.
　　Love cannot be contained.
　　The neat packaging of desire splits asunder.
　　Spilling crimson through my days.
　　Long,languishing.
　　Days that are now bruised tender with yearning.
　　Spent searching for a fingerprint,a scent,a breath you left behind怎么翻译?它的大至意思又是什么?