Years ago, in time long past
My mother told to me...

People, not one is like another
A rich one, a poor one, a sister, a brother...

There,
The tree...

What words are there that can
express the feelings of a man...

One night awoken
By her touch so soft...

One of many,
Yet always alone...

Love is new and yet it is old
Love is warm only to grow cold...

When I was a young boy
So many years from now...

1 lie, 2 lies, 3 lies, more,
First you tell one...