I become the soul By the lonly heart Come out of the window At twelve midnight. It is snowy storm. The town closes its eyes Shadow of death appears. The ground is frozen over And howl.
Deities! Hear it!
The earth is crying. Since all environment Cold and painful impression, I have a longing, crying And drift the dead towns. There is no reliance to which I return. When I roam about, The pupil of the affection Of the universe also freez
Deities! Leave the earth!.
I become the soul By the lonely heart Quietly knock at the door Of the dead's house Run through a main street Crouche down to an alley. It snows briskly in darkness. The naked body of regret Is burned at last.
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