I AM a young girl; br I live here alone: br I write long letters br But there is no one br br For me to send them to. My heart br Teaches me loving words to use, br But I can repeat them only br In the garden, to the tall bamboos. br br Expectantly I stand beside the door. I raise br The hanging mat. I, br The letter folded, gaze out br And see shadows of the passers-by. br br In the garden the fire-flies br Quench and kindle their soft glow: br I am one separated, br But from whom I do not know.