High above where none can see,
Above the loftiest hills we must have heard.
Where happiness is meant for others,
And sorrow sticked with the lovers.
O’er the faith where violet roses grow,
Under the sky where bright moon glow.
Beneath the trees were couple kisses,
By the rivers where loveliness flow.
Tears are when kith of eyes,
Truths are when extract of lies.
Life is like a drop of dew,
Which wander through leaves to ground.
When the sun shone bright on the eastern sky,
No much above the twinkling stars,
Which glows at night on the northern high,
There is where the love lake lie.