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