On the faded paper in my old, worn-out wallet
Written in pink letters is your name, something that I shouldn’t have

I follow the image of your back, like a mother who lost her child
I can’t remember the street where I let go of your hand

After much time has passed, the small world we’re living in will turn
The late confession that says you were the start of my life has nowhere to go

How can this autumn pass without fail? With that long hem
Your sad face is hidden – it becomes a secret to both of us

After time has tired out and if we can meet while we still live
I will show you my love that wants you to be the last of my life

The nights I spent with tears of the far past
The promises that you won’t even remember – they remain in my heart

After much time has passed, even if we can’t see each other while we live
When your sun sets and is gone, I will silently go to you and be your flower

My love will become a flower on top of the sleeping grass forever