PREQUISITION

Empty,hollow is the court of my heart,
its searching the music of frippery,
empty,hollow is the extent of my heart,
its searching your arias...

Whether its dim or morn in my heart,
flashback of you abound within it,
why did you beggared the bond?
why did you turn your grimace from me?
tell me...

A creeper moves from blossom to blossom,
an echo of your reminiscence is heard in my heart,
a bird speaks in my garden,
and asks where is my swain?

How to spent the desolate nights?
How to forget those precedents?
How to appease with you again?
How to savor the yard of my heart?
How to forget your love? O, dear
How to tie this beggared bond?