The dream has dissolved forever!
In the rainy afternoon
my heart learns
the autumnal tragedy
that rains down from the trees.
And in the sweet sadness
of the dying landscape
my cries became hoarse.
The dream has dissolved forever.
Forever! O God!
The snow is falling
on the deserted field
of my life,
and my hopes,
which roam far, are afraid
of becoming frozen or lost.
How clearly the water tells me
that the dream has dissolved forever!
Is the dream infinite?
The mist sustains it,
and the mist is merely
the snow’s weariness.
My rhythmic song is relating
that the dream has dissolved forever.
And in the foggy afternoon
my heart learns
the autumnal tragedy
that rains down from the trees.