Chapter 3 three

Go, give him the flowers from my head, my friend. If he asks who is the one who gave the flowers, I beg you not to tell him my name____ because he comes and goes. He sat on the ground under a tree, Lay him a seat of flowers and leaves, my friend. His eyes were melancholy, and it brought melancholy to my heart. He didn't say what was on his mind; he just came and went. Every time I pass him in and out, my eyes are drawn to his face. I don't know whether I should speak to him or keep silent. Why did he come to my door? 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 quit my work and my eyes were full of fog. Why did he come to my door? From the nameless island of a heart, a burst of warmth of spring suddenly blows. A flurry of flying touches sweeps past me, and then disappears 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. 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! "Yes, yes, I understand you, humble beggar, you beg for everything a man 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 beg for everything a man has." "If you cast but one loving glance 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."