Parading

What is this dire delight flowering fleeing always earth?

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten

you just have to do the trick right,

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

The past has trudged to this one spot

Bless each thing on earth until it sickens,

Fear of loss takes root in the blood of the lover.

how incomprehensible

May those days be remembered, be remembered.

Just after the previous age ended, it began.