You wrote in a book That I will again stand up After my death, Where there will no sigh to fly on the autumn air
And you told me That she will smile again Where there will be a captivated full moon that will play with her rectangular eyes
And there will be played a long summer That should be risen again in a mystical sweeten, As the kissed when my love was just only sixteen
Again you said to me After death, her beauty will never die Where there will be a lovely haven on her lips And her simple kiss that I will be missed through a thousand of years long