I become the soul
By the lonly heart
Come out of the window
At twelve midnight.
It is snowy storm
The town closes its eyes
Shadow of death appears.
The ground is frozen over
And howl.

Deities! Hear it!

The earth is crying.
Since all environment
Cold and painful impression,
I have a longing, crying
And drift the dead towns.
There is no reliance to which
I return. When I roam about,
The pupil of the affection
Of the universe also freez

Deities! Leave the earth!

I become the soul
By the lonely heart
Quietly knock at the door
Of the dead's house
Run through a main street
Crouche down to an alley.
It snows briskly in darkness.
The naked body of regret
Is burned at last.