From whom I should hide my heartsore? From someone who died after or before The time when I was saw my empty cradle And I was singing lullaby. I plucked petal And dropped the floret from my pale hands Last blossom that grew on these barren lands When should I stop to hide my limpid tears And start to give these drops as souvenirs? I'll soothe the anguish and my aching pain And finally I will forget my name Eternity condemned my days be a chore I put in my lace purse of sleep heartsore