The same flowers in your garden that smile today, tomorrow will be daying.
The rosebuds I dedicated are only yours, please make them enlivened
Stay I plead, you don’t make them that denying.
The eyes that would dismantle the shining sun in its glory rays
Then why are they that dismal in chaos? Today, they are sighing.
Everytime you shuffle them in pain – it hurts me
Please tell me why are they in chaos, i am daying