One: became the widowed son.
Them, to me, "Out of sight,
Oh, night set on when I fell down
In the corner
In the dokkoise house
With face covered,
Leaving open the door.
That night
We looked hard;
I stood on the bottom.
Calloused tiptoes,
Splintering wood,
I, of wicked deeds, snarling mouth,
Wandered away. Wandered by.
I passed
Through silence,
When something fell,
I saw a smear of red across
The
I lay still in the fire.
Oh, the grass. Burn in
Yesterday, the land went dry.
I sprinkled ash of my neighbor's
Someday they will build monuments for us.
People like me walk
Karakasa no hone wa
Bara bara
Kamya yaburete mo
Take ni sotaru
En ja
Are you a bruised reed?
A smoldering flax?
Are you a broken
