First marry become husband wife|
At now seventeen years
Mutual look still not enough
What situation be great loss
My temples already most white
This body rather period complete
End at together share cave
Not die tear flow flow
When we two first became husband and wife|
Was seventeen years ago today.
We couldn't look at each other enough,
What loss could compare to this?
Already, my temples are mostly white,
I'd rather my body had finished its time.
In the end, we'll share a tomb;
Still not dead, I weep and weep.