‘Why does there lie sorrow and gloom
on thy face? ‘
‘Because I have to bloom’
the bud says.
Yet the bud blooms,
then begins to die,
like dewdrops falling down on tombs
says, ‘Goodbye.’
‘Why does there lie sorrow and gloom
on thy face? ‘
‘Because I have to bloom’
the bud says.
Yet the bud blooms,
then begins to die,
like dewdrops falling down on tombs
says, ‘Goodbye.’