The Cry Of The Willow

Yes, I am striking her hair again,
When the moon is shining in the distence;
When I break my lonely hart
And I kindle my nostalgia now and then.

Yes, I am reentering in the spring,
When she streams through the open window
and her aroma fills the room
With the flowers new begin.

No, I didn't say goodbye,
When I went out at the moment,
That the world stopped;
When the despair was sinking into my eyes
And I left my smile behind on the way to die.

No, I didn't say goodbye,
but I left your personal things;
And a place for you in my hart,
for when my desire again begins.

Yes, in every corner or place I go,
At every rest on my pillow,
At every sound of heaven's door,
I hear the cry of the willow.

Yes, At every memory that revive below,
At every count not for nothing,
At every look at the sky,
I hear the cry of the willow.

No, I didn't say goodbye
To forget all those years,
Therefore I relieve my pain
And wash the grief with all my tears.