For a good man, my true life-mate?
Whether all is destined by fate.
Do I have to wait for he who,
Loves me as all my heart is true.
No matter how long 'cos life's due.
To cry till my tears become sea,
And though my body turns skinny,
Or the world's gone nowhere to see.
Wait till withered these flowers are,
And the sea of my tears goes dry.
My heart's for you e'en from afar.
O howling wind, sweep out my bore.
Why love has to wait, I wonder.
Leave me alone, tease me no more.
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