What shall I say?

what shall I say
to my weeping heart
seeing that the dried stoup

what shall I say
to my weeping heart
seeing that the dew on grass

what shall I say
to my weeping heart
seeing that the gait and sidelong glance

what shall I say
to my weeping heart
seeing that the sealth of freedom in tavern

what shall I say
to my weeping heart
seeing that the igneous tears of sighs

what shall I say
to my weeping heart
coming to know that the pouring sound
is a dream