My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…"Why are you so pale and upset?"That’s because I today made him
With the sour wine of regret.
Can't forget!
He got out, astound,
With his mouth distorted by pain...
I, not touching the railing, ran down,
I was running to him till the lane.
Fully choked,
I cried, "That's a joke --All that was.
You get out,
I'll die."And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:"It is windy right here -- pass by."
