Two such as you with such a master speed,Cannot be parted nor be swept away.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house-do not pass by like a dream.