Osmanthus blooms surround my crown,
Chrysanthemum make up my eyes.
In love we meet,
In dread we decease.
There is not a day that pass by without a resurgence of your face,
Not a night that crawl by without that horrible sense of dread.
But you are gone now, forever gone,
And the petals travel far across waves of sea.

To meet you one more time.