Won't you sink, bright sunshine,
disappear into the dark,
and you, clear moonlight too,
go away, drown yourself.
Sorrow forest, my sorrowful sister,
let us sorrow together,
you for your leaves, forest,
me for my youth.
Your leaves, forest - my sister,
are going to return.
My youth, forest - my sister,
is not coming back
Post je objavljen 27.11.2007. u 14:35 sati.