lampworm

Pity the food with pomp and circumstance.

The little midges are falling under the lamp.

Not willing to be as light as water, but to be drunk

And left behind the green body of the dew.

How many warships are sent together?

The white sails fall to the wind and waves.

The golden fleece that the heroes begged for

Finally became Helen's hair. Praise be.

The drunken fairies

The light has descended to the land of dreams and death.

And drew the circle of Buddha's top!

Look at the bright window after the dawn dream

I will come and blow you all away.

Like the wind sweeping the fallen red from the steps.