A light twinkles on the top of the mighty mountain
I am deeply thinking of you and in love with you
Oh, my wheat-skinned beloved with tangled ear-locks…
My inkwell… my pen… And my writer…
I have been thinking of such a beautiful woman
Oh, yes I have, oh yes I have…
Here… I am leaving… You cry now…
Sob your heart out…
I couldn’t make her come down from the mighty mountain
I couldn’t make her turn to my way
I couldn’t persuade the beloved…
My inkwell… My pen… And my writer
I have been thinking of such an infidel
Oh, yes I have, oh yes I have…
Here… I am leaving… You cry now…
Sob your heart out…