Rest at pale evening...

Night coming tenderly

Dark like me-

To fling my arms wide

That is my九*九*藏*書 dream!

In the face of the sun,

Beneath a tall tree

In some place of th九-九-藏-書e sun,

Then rest at cool evening

Dance! Whirl! Whirl!

Till the white day is do九-九-藏-書ne.

To whirl and to dance

To fling my arms wide

While night comes on gently,

A tall九-九-藏-書, slim tree...

Till the quick day is done.

Black like me.