If I shall be lost forever in mist
Blind as the earth without the rising sun
If I were forgotten and never missed
Hanging in air, as a poem yet done
When blooming fields in my heart will wither
And I shall approach the end of my days
When all beauty, once sweet, will grow bitter
And darkness would fall to cover my gaze
Thy name in my heart forever will beat
And sail on my soul to calm storming seas.
Thy arms as a wind, my skin gently treat
Thy words are water to roots of my trees.
    Whenever I breathe, wherever I go
    Thy name in my dreams forever will flow