Thus I must finish my funeral song; I must not leave it uncompleted."
I see him continually. He begs me, exhorts me, commands me to work… I know that the hour is striking. I am on the point of death… Thus I must finish my funeral song; I must not leave it uncompleted.
The cold night is lonely, and the cold moon is empty. In the dim night of the night, I boil a cup of tea, calm away a funeral song, and lean on a curved moon to read you.
