Above the narrow pass, the shattered and desolate and drunken wind whirls downward. The entire world is desolated by it so are my senses!
Oh, piper who has lost the road entranced by the melody of the flute, where are you?
My house is cloudy but the cloud is on the verge of weeping. In the memory of my bright days that slipped through my fingers,
I cast a look upon my sun on the threshold of the ocean and the entire world is desolated and shattered by the wind and on the road, the piper continues to play his flute,
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My House is Cloudy
the entire earth is cloudy.
Above the narrow pass, the shattered and desolate and drunken
wind whirls downward.
The entire world is desolated by it
so are my senses!
Oh, piper who has lost the road entranced by the melody of the flute,
where are you?
My house is cloudy but
the cloud is on the verge of weeping.
In the memory of my bright days that slipped through my fingers,
I cast a look upon my sun on the threshold of the ocean
and the entire world is desolated and shattered by the wind
and on the road, the piper continues to play his flute,
in this cloud-filled world
his own path stretching out before him.