in the shadowy gloom a collar that wafts in the darknancient white chinese robes stained with bloodnif I think so hatefully, my love will be prepared to soarnnjust where are you facing? should I ask from the bamboo screennmy song of lament that I recite, peeks into my suspicionsnif I think so hatefully, my love will be so earnestly banishednso I sing this song of sorrow and my loneliness spreadsnbeloved... sorrowful... lonely....