When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts, And long before this wandering flesh is rotten The dates which made me will be all forgotten; And none will know the gleam there used to be About the feast day...
Senlin sits before us, and we see him
He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him
Is he small, with reddish hair,
Does he light his pipe with meditative stare,
Part 03:
His Cloudy Destiny -
Senlin sat before us and we heard him
He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him
Part 02:
His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened,
Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blind
Summon me loudly, and you'll hear slow footsteps Ring far and faint in the galleries of my mind