in the shadowy gloom a collar that wafts in the dark
ancient white chinese robes stained with blood
if I think so hatefully, my love will be prepared to soar
just where are you facing? should I ask from the bamboo screen
my song of lament that I recite, peeks into my suspicions
if I think so hatefully, my love will be so earnestly banished
so I sing this song of sorrow and my loneliness spreads
beloved... sorrowful... lonely....