The Lamp
Woe is me for a love
That I lost
Oh my God, here I am
I wish to die and not exist
Not exist like a withered flower
Sadly my tired eyelids cry
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated my love with great spirit
When you appeared most innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And how kind you are to me
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness
Sadly my tired eyelids cry
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
Seeing that the lamp has gone out
That illuminated my love with great spirit
When you appeared most innocent
But seeing how unfriendly you are
And how kind you are to me
My pupils no longer find tears
To cry for my loneliness
