Stop the silence 
If it’s getting colder in the end
What you’re waiting from me now 
Is nothing for me

Miss me when I die
And love me when I fly away
Is there anything left now?
Dream of happy end

 [bad word] 
But nobody knows me like you
Only you read my book
But you don't know that my book is endless 
You don’t see the epilogue

I wrote my poem 
On the King mountain
Under tears of heaven.
I want to hold your hand 
And never feel the end
We miss ourselves

Miss me when I die
And love me when I fly away
Is there anything left now?
Dream of happy end