Women fell in love with him
But he chose solitude.
He said: my family tree is a weeping willow.
My feelings are full of fallen leaves.
Title;
The soul can't be burned, gassed, shot, hanged.
All those souls must exist somewhere.
The centuries of tears have washed my eyes.
I've learned how to see.

Background: a survivor trying to contact the dead. Based on a story of I.B. Singer