F.D. [English translation]

On the tenth day of the tenth month,

At half past ten, my candle was burnt

My beautiful soul is an old child that's been around for thirty five years

It'd still skip school to go play if I let it

But it fell a lot, got hurt and tired;

In fact, my heart needs a rest.

Are you my birthday present?

Let's say you are welcome

But will you love me a lot?

Or would you, like every dream,

Be quickly broken and scattered from my eyes?

Let's meet first

I am F.D. for short

But tell me, at length,

That you love me

Oh, how rarely I have heard it

How rarely I have said it

Which is why you should tell me all the time

That you love me

The poet* was very optimistic, have we gone only half the way so far?

Well, I am from the radiation generation, I got exhausted pretty early,

Like the rest of us

Find a place and sit down first, but mind my wounds

I have smiles of course,

You'll need to wipe away my tears first, that's the thing,

It's a difficult job being in love.

Let's meet first

I am F.D. for short

But tell me, at length,

That you love me

Oh, how rarely I have heard it

How rarely I have said it

Which is why you should tell me all the time

That you love me