Should I feel guilty for pursuing life?
When she will never dance and laugh again,
Withered away as if butchered by a knife.
I must keep captive sole mem'ries of then.
But neither guilt, self-chiding nor regret
Return her smile, the voice I little heard.
Her liveliness, soft movements are now set,
Eternity has sentenced a caged bird.
You left me wounded, pained and so alone.
Forget me not my beautiful gravestone.