Occasional
Purple inkstone, yellow volumes, I love my room.
Guests are few in the autumn dusk that's clear, too clear.
Eyes troubled, I've stirred the lamp four times,
not noticing that sparks flew and singed my book.
Guests are few in the autumn dusk that's clear, too clear.
Eyes troubled, I've stirred the lamp four times,
not noticing that sparks flew and singed my book.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.