From you return my home|
Not ever sick of poor
Night reach every to midnight
Morning rice immediately after noon
Ten day nine eat pickle
One day possible have dried meat
East west eighteen years
Mutual with together sweet bitter
Set period hundred years love
How expect one evening go
Still remember limit reach time
Hold me not can speak
This body today although survive
End at together be earth
After you came back to my home, |
You never complained that we were poor.
Up till midnight every night,
We had our breakfast after noon.
Nine or ten days eating pickles,
Then one day we’d have dried meat.
East and west for eighteen years,
Together we shared both bitter and sweet.
Expecting a hundred years of love,
How could I know you’d go one evening?
I still remember that last hour,
You held me, but you could not speak.
Although this body yet survives,
Finally we’ll be dust together.