Who holds my hand and arrests my madness for half my life;
Who kisses my eyes and covers my half-life wandering;
Who caress my face and comforts my sorrow for half a lifetime;
Who, with my heart, melts the frost of half my life;
Who can hold my shoulders and drive me into silence for the rest of my life.
Who calls my heart and covers up the misfortune of my life.
Who abandoned me and left me alone in sorrow for the rest of my life;
Who can understand my intention and make me have no regrets in this life?
Who can give me a helping hand, unparalleled throughout the ages;
Who can pour my heart into me? An inch of land is like a void;