In the darkness of the night,
When my heart is empty and light,
Your memory comes like a gentle breeze
That tickles the leaves of the trees.

Whenever I feel very lonely,
And my heart weeps bitterly.
To my mind, you come like a dewdrop
On a tired and thirsty leaf top.

Never could I see any charm
On your face, so simple and calm,
Still, in my heart, you are a river.
That flows... forever and ever.

Your memory... sometimes leaves a stain,
Which very often emits a tinge of pain,
Aren’t you really a mysteryIn my life full of misery?