C124 Police Dancers(2)

Flowers,

Why did he always cry for someone who had left him?

Within the sound of the lute …

Who would be so downcast for me?

and it wakes me up from my sleep,

The lute in the night!

Whose sorrow is it,

Whose finger was it?

Like a gust of wind,

Like a shower of rain,

Like a flower falling,

In the middle of the night

While he was sleeping …

and it's stringing the tight strings,

He was