All infinity, all Crystal
Me dark blue expanse.
I made out of Niwa far
My autumn sadness.
But, as it is vital,
In my soul, giving rise to dreams,
So now resting peacefully
Near the sweet side.
And I dreamed of, It has free
Former sad bustle,
In another soul, with moeyu relatedness,
Humble sad dreams.
21 August 1901
