Come, wandering soul
In this silent night
Gather around me
Shave your beards
Because it covers the source of the lie
Take off your clothes too
There is no sacred under cover
When naked
Truth will be emerged
As long as there is moonlight
Sin will be weakened
I'm still the same as before
Lying quietly in the grave
Put the poems you brought on the grave
Rain will dissolve them
seep through the soil to me, read
About my opinions
Look at the flowers on the grave