The silence is broken: into the nature 

  My soul sails out, 

Carrying the song of life on his brow,

   To meet the flowers and birds.

When my heart returns in the solitude, 

   She is very sad,

Looking back on the dead passions

  Lying on Love’s ruin. 

I am like a leaf

   Hanging over hope and despair, 

Which trembles and joins 

  The world’s imagination and ghost.