Moonlight and stars, rose petals in the drizzle,
Tender oath , reverie and romantic poetry,
Those preexistence and afterlife are charming stories,
The remote tomorrow, unknown world,
How things will be?
Lonely silhouette, name cried in the wind,
Sad melody told years' old story,
So-called Covenant of Mountain and Sea, only the crush of juvenileness,
Departed yesterday, blurred happy face,
What things will be?
The affair of sentimentality, may it happen again?
Drifted in April and fall's days, are bitterly hid agony.
The affair of sentimentality, destined to abortion, why should it begin?
Those were folly and infatuated you and me,
Sit on the love's riverbanks watch our prime fleet.
Moonlight and stars, rose petals in the drizzle,
Tender oath , reverie and romantic poetry,
So-called Covenant of Mountain and Sea, only the crush of juvenileness,
Departed yesterday, blurred happy face,
What things will be?
The affair of sentimentality, may it happen again?
Drifted in April and fall's days, are bitterly hid agony.
The affair of sentimentality, destined to abortion, why should it begin?
Those were folly and infatuated you and me,
Sit on the love's riverbanks watch our prime fleet.
Tender oath , reverie and romantic poetry,
Those preexistence and afterlife are charming stories,
The remote tomorrow, unknown world,
How things will be?
Lonely silhouette, name cried in the wind,
Sad melody told years' old story,
So-called Covenant of Mountain and Sea, only the crush of juvenileness,
Departed yesterday, blurred happy face,
What things will be?
The affair of sentimentality, may it happen again?
Drifted in April and fall's days, are bitterly hid agony.
The affair of sentimentality, destined to abortion, why should it begin?
Those were folly and infatuated you and me,
Sit on the love's riverbanks watch our prime fleet.
Moonlight and stars, rose petals in the drizzle,
Tender oath , reverie and romantic poetry,
So-called Covenant of Mountain and Sea, only the crush of juvenileness,
Departed yesterday, blurred happy face,
What things will be?
The affair of sentimentality, may it happen again?
Drifted in April and fall's days, are bitterly hid agony.
The affair of sentimentality, destined to abortion, why should it begin?
Those were folly and infatuated you and me,
Sit on the love's riverbanks watch our prime fleet.