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

The clouds on the mountain have almost dissipated
The clouds in the sky have almost dissipated
Wandering people still have some way to go
People in the wall will turn off the lights

The eyes with desire staring at me
My heartbeat sounds lower.
The more you hope, the harder you fall


The more alert you, the more you indulge
lonely and completely, like a pupa
Infiltrating the moist silence in this night
lonely and completely, like a pupa
Wearing the shadow of yesterday.