Alas! My dream is torn apart!
Your hand extending out from me;
Without a grasp I fail to see:
Hand rising, shaking violently!

But Father what is happening?
The veil of life transparency,
The veil of my mortality;
Father! Why have you have forsaken me?

Alas! Tis dawn again but what to see?
A tear rolls down my cheek to dry;
A little bird begins to sing,
And from this fate not one shall hide.