Old House And Mother

Sold happiness in old house

Fold my heart to weep lonely

Unsuitable new house

Gleaming like moon

But golden heart old house

Recalling me

Haunting me now in dream

There everything sold

My chair study room

Books

With whom my life concern

Beyond that old mother

Even seems harsh

But always speaks bitter truth

Nobody has so clean mind

And heart with chastity

I am not accoustomed to live

Far from her.

One mother's heart impatient

To look at her son every day

She never wants her son

Entangled in the vicious circle

Of world

Let him fly not so far not so long

Time when darkness spreads

She thinks her son innocent and

Naive of outside vicious people