Pills in red and white,
You with eyes misty,
See the stars falling
Into a black hole.

You've lest a message goodbye--
The scarlet spots in the stone table corner
Cold as a glass of the red wine
You drink every night.

The last smile,
Shinging palely Like the sheet under the sunlight
The winter of yours
Snow no more but call the mirage of
The bright summer days.

圖："The Death of Marat II" by Munch