Turn around to see your tearful cheek

       Storm is not here, so  wind

         It is not use for you to show your power.

                   You love her,but my dear wind

       It is a vainly act for you  to continuely wait,

since she is not likely to show up in the season of deep autumn .

                    Humburg ,my partner

        How could she ,who claim to be your best friend,

be so cruel to your frail delicate mind .

who even swear to the god to oneday be your bride .

                  As soon as possible  cut  it  out  , my  fellow brother

                 Just like the paradise ,

enchanting is not its always patent.

               please do remember in your deep thought,

               More haste ,less speed.

        If finally oneday  you two get  an  occasionally once more met

embrace her with your fully opened arm and  kiss her

treasure the valueable short moment ,which maybe

             maybe only once in a year .

        Then  can not you imagine and bear ,though

            please let go of her ,however.

You gonna know she is born with the fate.

Meeting you in the course of time is already her luxurious luck

              Life is what ,what is life indeed ?

       Perhaps It is only a flash of a firefly

    Perhaps It is only the little shadow in  the coming winter time that runs

runs across the grass and loses

loses itself in the sunset