O your two eyes, the green meadows, your crying, the tears of spring, I go sad and moaning, the tears of other sorrows, O all kindness, your heavenly gaze, in my unkind heart, the longing to stay,
my fear is at the end by my side, tired and annoyed, I go with all the goodness and purity in the withered autumn, so that I do not hear the song of the rain, I go to your two eyes, because I am afraid, the flame of depression
, wandering, which in the goodness and purity of the heavenly lamp has made my heart cold. You draw your sweat,
you are a lover and a pure and bright expectation like spring, everything I said, you believe it, it is a pity that you feel that you have a dry and black spring, you are tired, you have lost my way, because it is ugly and my sin is completely
sinful, I am afraid in the end, tired and annoyed, I go with all the goodness and purity in the withered autumn until I do not hear the song of the rain in your eyes , because I am afraid of the depressive flame of wandering
that is in goodness and The purity of the celestial lamp draws my cold heart to you in vain, I
wish you had read my bitter story from my eyes, I am a sinner, you are good and kind, kind.
