A group of bloodthirsty ants
attracted by the carrion
I show no expression
watching the lonely scenery
Losing you, love and hate become clear
Losing you, what else need to care about
When doves no longer symbolize peace
I am finally reminded that the birds
being fed in the square are vultures
I use beautiful rhymes to describe
the love that has been plundered empty
Ah, dark clouds begin to obscure
the night is not clean
In the park
echoes of the funeral fly through the sky
The white roses I sent you
wither in the pure black environment
The crows on the branches are eerily quiet
Quietly listening
my black coat wants to warm you
Memories gradually turning cold
the lives we've passed through
Ah, mist pervades around
in the open cemetery
I'll love you even after growing old
Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
commemorating my deceased love
The sound like the night wind
is beautifully heartbreaking
My hands lightly tapping on the keyboard
I give my thoughts with great care
The place where you're burried
is called underworld
Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
commemorating my deceased love
And I hiding my name
and burying my identity for you
playing the piano under the moonlight
The sensitivity to your heartbeat
still feels so warm and close
Missing the red imprint of your lips
Those dragonflies with broken wings
scattered in this forest
And my eyes
show no sympathy at all
Losing you, tears blur without clarity
Losing you, even my smiles are shadowed
The wind on the moss-covered roof
Mocks my heartache
like a well without water
I depict that irremediable love
with a font of sorrow
Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
commemorating my deceased love
The sound like the night wind
is beautifully heartbreaking
My hands lightly tapping on the keyboard
I give my thoughts with great care
The place where you burried
is called underworld
Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you
commemorating my deceased love
And I hiding my name
and burying my identity for you
playing the paino under the moonlight
The sensitivity to your heartbeat
still feels so warm and close
Missing the red imprint of your lips
A group of bloodthirsty ants
attracted by the carrion
I show no expression
watching the lonely scenery
Losing you, love and hate become clear
Losing you, what else need to care about
When doves no longer symbolize peace
I am finally reminded that the birds
being fed in the square are vultures
I use beautiful rhymes to describe
the love that has been plundered empty