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Let talked about life, when I was no longer exist,
What would I take to the other side of this world?
Except emptiness, loneliness, and sadness.
Dear my love, dear my love!
Like the kingfisher on the sharp stake for hundred years,
Like the shadow of refined and courteous moon,
I had lost, unintentionally, in the Bay of life.
Dear my love, dear my love!
Please do not ask why we do love each other!
Why do my lips hot?
Why do my hands cold?
Why do my eyes shed tears?
Why does my mind wander?
Why does my body shake?
Why can I not stand properly?
Why and why?
Let talked about life, when love like the poison needle
Love like a sharp-pointed knife
That cut away my love melodiously, softly and suavely.
Dear my love, dear my love!
Where were you going?
Why did you leave me?
I was the kingfisher,
You were the shadow of marvelous moon,
Be separated by the surface of the lake only,
But forever in separation.