I bought a beautiful white dress
And I wreathed a red flower in my hair
I walked by a quiet,familiar street
So I can see his home once again
I can't live without him,my dear mother
I don't need this life without him
my tears flow,I think I will die
I have to go,I have to see him
I have picked delicate,red roses
So he can give them to his wedding nuptials
Those were the flowers that the two of us cherished
We didn't marry because of others
I have always wanted a white dress
He wanted to buy that dress for me
The other woman is now next to him
And I don't want anyone but him