The stars over our village no longer shine for you and me.
And we don’t kiss in the light of the moon any more.

My sorrowful eyes shed endless tears for you, my beloved.
The green willows below the hillside weep for you, too.

How I yearn for the babyish embrace of your tender arms.
Your friends in our hometown wonder where you are.

The songbirds and I are so lonely because we miss you.
When will we look at spectacular sunsets together again?

The grief in my heart won’t go away until you return.
Maybe someday my woeful face will smile sweetly again.

I often walk slowly along the riverside and think of you.
Darling, come back to the flowers in the valley and me.