My name sounds,
Like a flow that has eased;
Birth in twice time, I am the last;
Split far from the heart, I am amidst a tear,
Shaded by nature,
Hidden from surprises.
Within,
Evening star lies;
Fate was resolved,
And bloods beat;
I was abandoned.
At north, I’m 90° to the left of the 795 miles high;
You’ll find me in leaves,
Thousands before the fate;
I’m an atom in the Middle-of-the-earth;
By marriage of NZ and Lauterbrunnen,
Yet broken – not held honest – I was adopted;
Lost my homeliness,
But no more a high dream,
A real legend I’ve become.
Here! – engraved and restored,
Heighten on the widescreen!
What is my name?
