Droplets
Pearly droplets, beautiful droplets,
How lovely you are in the golden rays,
And how sad you are, inclement droplets,
On wet windows in a black autumn.
People, living in merry oblivion,
How grand you appear in others’ eyes
And how pitiful you are in the dark of decline.
No consolation for you in the world of the living.
Autumn droplets, how much sadness
You inspire in the heavy soul.
Quietly you slide across glass, meandering,
As though looking for something merry.
Wretched people, undone by life,
In pain you live out your days,
Calling back again and again the lovely
Bygone time you will never forget.
