Nightingales' singing her song of farewell
Angels are bringing her to the deep hell

The flower that never knows that tomorrow comes
Refuses to be picked and just wishes to wither

Even if she's weeping crocodile tears of snow-white in the middle of night
In the end, it's hopeless that she attracts the sun because just realised by moonlight

A falling feather on petals made her feel warm, forget her sadness, loneliness
And by this feather, spelling some letters, making love story but we played a tragedy

Dear...

Nightingales' singing her song of farewell
Angels are bringing her to the deep hell

Even if she's weeping crocodile tears of snow-white in the middle of night
In the end, it's hopeless that she attracts the sun because just realised by moonlight

A zephyr caressing her closed eyes and then brushing hair at the end of night
Finaly, took her hope far away and only left a faint sorrow for tomorrow