Heinrich Heine
Dearest, can you tell me why?
Roses should be so pale?
Why is it sky blue violet?
Will wither in the valley.
Why are larks in the clouds?
Singing so sadly?
Why from the cutest balsam bud
A smell of deach should be spring?
Why does the sun shine on the grass?
Should I frown so coldly?
Why is the earth like a grave,
Increasingly haggard.
Why am I myself?
Is it right to be so haggard?
Why, my soul,
You abandoned me?
Why are roses so pale?
Dearest, can you tell me?
Why are roses so pale?
Green violet
Why did it wither in the valley
Birds in the clouds
Why do you sing so sadly?
The cutest Xiang Lei.
Why does it smell of death?
Sunshine on the grass
Why are you frowning so coldly?
umber
Why does it move and rot like a grave?
Why me?
Getting haggard?
My favorite person.
Why did you abandon me?