As a student of life, I awake in the night,
Stridently, my heart, my mind is lost.
I have promised my return for ten years.
But with my father’s death, I have lost thee.
Shall I apologize, what can I do now?
(She was my life.)
My life returns, my life returns,
Her abscense is still felt.
What will be, will be.
Good bye, good bye.