Aura of pulchritude,
Light of beauty...

We were eight,
At the time we came...

The wind is breezing
It's so cold here...

Mock me if I always deprave your realm
Abuse me if I paste you in my memorabilia...

In heaven,
You said...

Jasmine isn't my equal
Even rose can't be comparable with my beauty...

You are corruptor
I'm a farmer...

That cry
day after day...

It was so beautiful to be with you
Even we were just friend...

The boy came, with no friend
to a strange, new land...

As those memories are fading away,
The thought of you decreases each day...

In this farewell,
Memory of you is still the only thing I wanna...