Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--