As the wind unfolds the Lilies,
Flower-Love of purity,
As they sway backwards and forward,
A recurring melody,
So my heart follows the Rhythm,
Of my old time memories,
And I think of you so softly,
And I want to touche your face,
And the dreams that are within me
Feel your white-loving embrace.
Yet reality is different,
Far from me you’ll always be,
As I gather wilted Lilies,
By the frigid-windy Sea.