If in an endless drizzle, you happen to pass my tomb, my dear,
Where I am disposed into dust thereunder...
Please lay a red rose, or any flower available there.
For I passed away with an exhausted heart- only for you.
Only left my soul behind to hover aloof, awaiting,
Your come-back to me, my dearest.
For we had a will of loving a long time ago,
Only it could bring me alive to you again.
How I am dreaming of that day,
A blue sky dotted with snow white clouds and a warm sun
The atmosphere immersed with cheerful music,
Strolling on the grass are you and I.
We are of one heart and soul,
To the breeze blowing from the sea not far,
And singing birds in the woods nearby.