A bunch of jasmine, that is the only memory of my love
Separation is not ending, wound of my heart is not healing
Even if I cry and yammer, my destinies darkness does not resolves
Separation is not ending, wound of my heart is not healing
I wish that season comes again,
I wish jasmines sprout again,
For the memory of our love,
I wish we live in that whiteness again,
Take all the jasmines from me,
They are all yours,
You return to me now, return, return now...