|
The outside is corrugated very much so far it reflects the |
|
Sun only a little, there is too much obscurity and chill. |
|
Please expose your soul and become a mirror, warmth and light throw to gloomy lands, ruin that musty crypts, ...yet there is no stronger might! |
|
How intensively |
|
I long for that indescribably magnificence whose twinkles |
|
I have every so often seen here on the |
|
Earth. Oh the strong wind tear the grey clouds on my sky otherwise |
|
I cannot tell about the |
|
Sun. Too often |
|
I am dipped by the tears of sadness... |
|
My sadness... homesickness "You even do not know that your home is elsewhere! Inhospitable lands you have called your home!" "Why can't you search for a home with me? Why do your ears not hear the call of home? Perhaps it's too gentle for them?" |