"my house is built, but I1m alone in it
the door got shut behind my back;
the autumn wind is knocking the window,
crying again over me.
Tere is thunder at night, and mist in the morning
the sun has got cold;
pains from long ago go one after another,
let them combine into one
my house is built, but I1m alone in it
the door got shut behind my back;
the autumn wind is knocking the window,
crying again over me.
It's fate, and I can't ask
fate for anything;
but I know how after me
winds would start howling"
