Who is the saddest?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it the weeping willow who rests in the center
The deepest and the saddest swamp?
Who is the saddest?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it the saddest fly with wings so lacerated by the shrieking winds of the night
Which no one want nigh them?
Is it the saddest goldfinch who can not sing?
Who is the saddest?
Is it you?
Is it me?
So goes the chant of the willow who weeps?
