Thought as soul's hoarfrost, line as snow.

I am ill anytime I can't say.

We had not met before ,– I think so.

You will come cross to me, not this way,not this way,not this way…

And he can not find words to express

Because he missed me very much

But his smile for me's burden or press

and his fixed for me as load touch,as load touch,as load touch…

The sky is dark as well as grand sack

Men are sleeping around in th main

We are go together again

But the wind is at our back…at our back…at our back…

Refrain:

You are pauper without my love,

My lovely,my lover, my love…