It has been for one hundred years not seeing your face,
not being surrounded your waist,
not looking at your eyes,
not asking about questions to your brilliant mind
not touching on your warm belly
A woman has waited for me
For one hundred years
We were on the same bough, on the same bough
We fell down from the same bough and separated
(We are intervene by centenarian time
And centenarian path = or there are centenarian time and centenarian path between us)
I have been running after you
For one hundred years in the twilight