tell O my companion, tell me
tell me O loyal
tell me about the proud head of love in gallows
tell, tell me about the home
tell me about pennyroyal
tell me about dark nights that won't stay like this for poor people
tell me about wallflowers
and violet jonquils
and heartfelt naperies
that spreaded on the grasses (of field)
tell O my companion, tell me
tell me " I'm nostalgic
I haven't a place on the earth
and the sky has became stony"
tell me about dark alleys
and causeless prowls
garden
and smell of rain and grass
tell me about that old crew that never arrived to his home
and about the spring of stories that shriveled on sprig