Red, Green and Golden form, Oh Mother hidden in the merciful pond, where does that train go, of bliss unattained, one child said to another. Two fish and a dollor I say to thee my old mother Red and Golden sad, why doest thou leave me one this day to frollock with another forgotten Goddess? My mother I sport I don't care for thee your far two sophisticated for this sinful fall. Born in the lowest in the lowest of times through ages I will search for thee, and if I become some fowl adultrerer I will point to You, who had such fine garments on your wedding day. May I be so proud to attend this festival, and covet under the guise of devotion? Oh mother Green and Red and Golden, when shall we meet in the bamboo groves?
