I remember many blue songs... br It was heartly and warmly so... br Some sounded as the silver-rain, br But it operated as poppy's wine. br br And I well remember all its word, br But I can not sing for hearing now br Always I sing this song inside heart, br All the same, they does me by winged. br br Also my songs, that have been written, br Have been written by lunar beams, then.. br As is my letter all, you can not read at night, br For , you must hurryup to dawn sunlight...