You are my thoughts' lover,
You are my souls' chrysanthemum flower,
You are my yearnings' faceless queen,
I love you like me, do you believe it?

My love, you are writing that way. I miss you so much, I would like you to be near me at this moment, how will I last for 5 months without you, my love, my soul, my everything, my life, understand that I love you, I'm only yours, my love.

At that time,
take a rusty knife,
and rip my heart from it's place.
Throw it to the vultures with bad intentions.
Let them eat my heart bit by bit.
But see that,
in every bit of it, there's you.
When you'll regret and come back, it will be too late.
Because,
who knows in which vulture's stomach,
who knows in which mountain's peak,
I'm writing your name.

in front of me
You're welcome...

I want you to be my angel of death (The Grim Reaper),
when time comes, you'll take my soul.
I want you to be my doctor,
when I'll be sick, I want my only medicine
to be just a smile.

You know that: I can't live without you.