Shuya us like the spring -
　　A pair of flowers blooming in luxuriant bud.
　　Underground roots to branches for support.
　　Our happiness, love and health ... ...
　　But suddenly a Shuya be broken:
　　It is like all things in the world die ... usually never return ...

　　Today, less than I expected and so the dream:
　　The wounds of my soul and burn.
　　Deep in the clouds filled the sky,
　　The star will be bright and pure meteorite instead.
　　But instead of the Sahel is a void *,
　　And I still do not have to see this nothingness ... ...