How to bid farewell, passionately swore
The fidelity of love…
Together they are attached Tain,
singing nightingales…
I picked up a guitar at parting
And the strings istorg
All confessions, promises,
Wholeheartedly delight…
Yes longing flooded,
broken strings…
Not be called, not to manila
the far side!
recollect the, love of God,
Remember me,
As a gray mist from the log
Rise to the fence…
5 September 1909
