It Was A Lost Time, My Life To Th Present

It was a lost time, my life to the present.
The excess that has not been experienced, the missing that has been experienced.
I postponed this day too.
Your date is not clear, the date is missing.

Whatever I collect, put on top of it.
Even the whole is heavy, on top of the load.
Black veiled, close upon it.
The road to the nearest has been cut off for quite some time.

I looked back, I looked forward.
I looked at the dead and the living in the body.
I was the last one left, I looked at the current.
With all this remaining bottom, a handful of curds.