Even a plaint ode couldn't recite The feeling of a mourner who bereaved his love And the golden mansion of the sky Slowly withers As I regard at the waves Flowing from the serene oceans And I shed a tear for thee As on that disconsolate day When I laid a thousand roses On the white marble thy I'm dressing the tomb with flowers I will never cease crying (over You) My tears are watering like the dew From the leaves, when I recall at her Wherever I You are I will always remember thee Oh, how could I forget The night is weaving the longing... in my heart My tears are... When I bereaved You my... Now a lonely star is lightning In heaven for her memorial