Stepping into the heavy rain
I’m trapped in the silence of no path
In your eyes I see a house
A distant deep dawn

Wind all this way, wind all that way
Blowing over your shoulder
Before you turn around the abyss cracks beneath your feet
Those crazy raindrops
Snuffed my flame
You finally disappeared,
A butterfly stopped, amidst the debris on the floor

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished