On the old branch of Time, a feeble flower slightly opens : the first moment of Watch-night .
Your hand touchs my hand suddenly ...
Anh I understand : Spring arrived...
But...
It only a Dream!
Anh I, I sudden woke from my sweet sleep - to know :
Spring hasn't come yet.
I laugh at myself helplessly soothing me
Time is whispering a soft lullaby
Time is singing a harsh song
The song floats away like a cloud
"Floating - drifting where - abouts?..."
Time is singing an anxious song
Anh I am so chilly - and I am
So sole.
Anything left on the shivering lips?
I'm myself - so proud - lonesome
And come from nowhere
Tear - drops...