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twenty one Why did he come to my door, this young wanderer, at dawn? Every time I pass him in and out, my eyes are always drawn to his face. I don't know if I should talk to him or keep silent.Why did he come to my door specially? The cloudy night in July is dark; the sky in autumn is light blue, and the south wind makes the spring restless. He composes new songs in new keys every time. I put down my work and my eyes were full of fog.Why did he come to my door specially? twenty two As she hurried past me, the hem of her skirt touched me. A burst of spring warmth suddenly blows from the nameless island of a heart.

A flurry of flying touches brushed past me for a moment, and then disappeared again, fluttering in the breeze like torn petals. It fell on my heart like the sigh of her body and the whisper of her heart. twenty three Why do you sit there idly, jingling your bracelets? Fill up your water bottle.It's time for you to go home. Why do you fiddle with the water leisurely.What about surreptitiously peeking at passers-by on the road? Fill your water bottle and go home. The hours of the morning passed—the dark water flowed on and on. The waves whispered to each other, laughed and played.

Wandering clouds gather on the horizon of Tono Highlands. They linger leisurely looking at your face and smiling. Fill your water bottle and go home. twenty four Do not hide the secrets of your heart, my friend! Tell me, tell me in secret. You who smile so softly and speak so softly, my heart will hear your words, not my ears. The night is deep, the courtyard is quiet, and the bird's nest is shrouded in sleep. From hesitant tears, from brooding smiles, from sweet shyness and pain, tell me the secret of your heart! 25 "Come to us, young man, and tell us the truth, why is there madness in your eyes?"

"I don't know what wild poppy wine I drank to make my eyes go crazy." "Oh, what an embarrassment!" "Well, some people are smart and some are stupid, some are careful and some are sloppy. Some eyes laugh and some eyes cry—I have crazy eyes." "Young man, why are you standing in the shadow of the tree like this?" "My feet are weary under the weight of my heavy heart, and I stand under the shadow of the tree." "Oh, what an embarrassment!" "Well, some keep marching, some wander, some free, some chained—my feet are weary with the weight of my heart."

26 "Whatever is given from your generous hand, I accept. I ask for nothing more." "Yes, yes, I understand you, humble beggar, you are begging for everything a person has." "If you give me a dead flower, I will also wear it on my heart." "What if the flower has thorns?" "I just put up with it." "Yes, yes, I understand you, humble beggar, you are begging for everything a person has." "If you but one look of affection upon my face, it would make my life sweet till death." "What if it was just a cruel look?"

"I'm going to let it pierce my heart forever." "Yes, yes, I understand you, humble beggar, you are begging for everything a person has." 27 "Even if love brings you nothing but sorrow, trust it. Don't close your heart." "Oh, no, my friend, your words are too dark for me to understand." "A heart should be given along with a tear and a poem, I love you." "Oh, no, my friend, your words are too dark for me to understand." "Joy is fragile as dewdrops. It dies in laughter. Sorrow is strong and long-lasting. Let sorrowful love wake up in your eyes."

"Oh, no, my friend, your words are too dark for me to understand." "The lotus blooms in the middle of the day and loses everything it has. In the winter fog of eternal life, it will no longer bud." "Oh, no, my friend, your words are too dark for me to understand." 28 Your questioning eyes are sad.It seeks to know what I mean, as the moon probes the sea. I have exposed the beginning and end of my life to your eyes, without any secrets or reservations.Therefore you do not know me. If it were a precious stone, I could break it into a thousand pieces and wear it into a necklace to hang around your neck.

If it were a flower, round, small and fragrant, I could pick it off a branch and put it on your hair. But it is a heart, my love.Where are its sides and bottom? You know not the ends of this kingdom, but you are still its queen. If it is a moment of joy, it will bloom in laughter, and you will see and understand at once. If it is a pang of pain, it will melt into crystal tears, reflecting without a word its deepest secrets. But it is love, my love. Its joys and pains are boundless, its needs and riches are endless. It is as close to you as your life, but you can never fully understand it.

29 Tell me I love it!Tell me in words what you sing. The night is dark, the stars disappear into the clouds, and the wind sighs in the leaves. I will loose my hair, and my blue cloak will surround me like the night.I will clasp my head to my breast: whisper in your heart in sweet loneliness.I will close my eyes and listen.I will not look at your face. When your words are finished, we will sit in silence.Only the trees whisper in the dark. The night will be white.The sky will dawn.We'll look each other in the eye and go our separate ways. Speak to me, I love!Tell me in words what you sing.

30 You are a night cloud floating in the sky of my dreams. I have always pictured you with loving longing. You are mine alone, mine alone, the inhabitant of my endless dreams! Thy feet are crimson with the heat of my longing, collector of my sunset songs! The wine of my pain sweetens your lips. You are mine alone, mine alone, the inhabitant of my solitary dream! I have darkened your eyes with thick shadows of passion; soul in the depths of my gaze! I caught you, entangled you, my love, in the snare of my music. You are mine alone, mine alone, the inhabitant of my eternal dream!