Ever looking toward the path,
So many nights disappear.
It came not on those nights sweet:
Came not that southern breeze.
My pain do You not realize,
And is that why You're hiding eyes,
Yourself keeping far aside...
Me alone and left behind,
In this rainstorm most severe?
Have You forgot I am a molecule,
My body by Your thought resolute,
I, a firefly; the sun, You...
Yet still You play a bamboo flute,
Having kept far away at this time unpromising?
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Don't You care that I feel plagued?
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