This sweet melody of life
Made of thin glass,
Crashed by one hit of a single stone,
Life has torn apart my soul
Filled with sorrow that once was
distant and now is sealed in me,

Thou follow after every single step,
But it's not comforts me---
The shade still covers me,
The anguish will last forever,

The harsh voice of the yelling wind,
The pleasant of the yearning scream,
The smell of a flowing stream...

Thus I can still feel the cold gasp,
Thence the sky is grey just like I am soured.

This bitter melody called life
Crashed in a single hit of an orb made of ice  
Life that made of thin glass,
Life has torn apart my soul
The distance filled with sorrow...is no longer exists,
And suddenly it seems (the sorrow [whisper]) is me