Norwegian wood

Now I'm listening to Norwegian Wood as it is raining heavily and harshly outside, I understand for the first time what the lyrics are about and how it could inspire Murakami to write such a great novel..

When it comes to the last sentence, I can feel the beauty of an old image: the changing, or moving of the disappearance when the bird's flown as we see it in Emily Dickinson's, Haiku or even Van Cao's..

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed."

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.

I cant help imagining how beautiful the film would be...