Chapter 22 "Before the Excter Church"

"Before the Excter Church" This is my own shadow, tonight Reflected in the vestibule of a foreign church, A cold and forbidding hall, A lonesome figure. I asked the statue in front of the temple: "Who is responsible for this bizarre life?" The old statue looks at me in a daze, It seems strange to dislike this bizarre question. I turned to the gloomy big star again, It is rising at the back of this church, But it answered me with mocking confusion, Facing each other under the stars, I and my Mimi! The old tree beside me at this time, He shades the innocent under the battle monument,

With a faint sigh, a long breath, as if The desolate autumn rain in the desolate empty courtyard. He has at least a hundred years of experience, He has seen all the changes in the world; Life's naughtiness he also counted; In spring and summer, it is raging, and in winter, mother-in-law. He knew the oldest man in the town, See them being baptized, yellow-haired babes; Look at their spouses, also in this sect,— Finally, look at their names on the tombstone! He's tired of this half-miserable comedy, The remnants of his own carbuncle are more unlovable; So he sympathized with me, and sighed—

what!There are scattered leaves around my figure! 1925, July. ① Aikeshato, now translated as Exeter, a British city.