Where is my fortress built of sands,
And your willow-hair, sister?
Once I had a thousand friends:
Soul's half and life flew faster.
Life is faithless...
Daddy, why you cut a cane?
Granny, where you lost your teeth?
You agree with fate in sane,
Life is passing...
I seek my pretty dog,
I missed his grievous eyes...
He was so nice:
Life is incorrect...
Wanting grasses worries butterfly,
Tender wings twisted by the wind.
Oh, silken my...
Life is temporal...
Honey girl, but I'm a black,
You made fun of me and left.
And you weeping wrote me a letter
From the back,
Sans me
you gain your ends and glad:
Life is transient: