Your presence at my side is fateA destiny written on the surface of the Three Lives rock*Only a one ten-thousandth part of love is sweetStill I would rather be buried with just it

Circling around in circlesDay in day out, year in year out, ILook closely at your faceThe gentleness of angerThe tenderness of complaint, in this face

We who don't understand love, hate, passion, worry and tormentThink love is just like the ever-changing wind and cloudsBelieving that one day love will be forever moreAnd in that moment time will freeze

We who don't know how to express tendernessStill think that starcrossed love** exists only in ancient storiesHow painful it is to part? How intense the painWhen dreams are buried in the misty rain of the South River

Only when we've had our hearts broken do we understand

*Story of Three Lives Rock on which past, present and future lives are inscribed** Starcrossed love: a kind of love facing many barriers which one is willing to sacrifice oneself for