Dribbling eyes— drips down a tear,
Autumn bloom so above all
Lotus stole my dignity, I
Stood indulged with filthy bonds.
Through a point,
Across my sense, a bowl
Full of lies vomits me sick
As a dead night souls of poets,
And a wine beneath those hardships .
Naive? I
Mutter the deaths ending me,
Youth of this nation I am,
Flowered autumn bloom over me,
Rose and pint—what a shame.
Over the dead of me, my
Tears should end off,
Lotus stole my dignity, I
Stood indulged with filthy bonds.