| Though leaves are many, the root is one; |
| Through all the lying days of my youth |
| I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; |
| Now I may wither into the truth. |
| Though leaves are many, the root is one; |
| Through all the lying days of my youth |
| I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; |
| Now I may wither into the truth. |