What was seen, has been erased [literally: has been extinguished] What has disappeared, has been remembered I am standing by the ends of the earth, listening for Spring to come [literally: listening to the soil to sprout]
Waiting for the flowers to bloom, its fragrance lingering for the years to come There is no lighthouse by the shore, but I still look faraway into the distance
Night falls, I've grown old [literally: my hair has turned white] Tightly holding onto my torch He comes for me, I tell myself, I'm not afraid, I love him very much