She is beautiful like midday,
She is more mysterious than midnight.
Tears are strange to her,

Her soul is free from sorrow.

Tears are strange to her,

Her soul is free from sorrow.

My life is struggle and grief,

It is my fate to suffer for her.
As the eternally crying sea
Is longing for the silent shore.


As the eternally crying sea
Is longing for the silent shore.