I want to decorate you upon my lips
Come, I want to hum your song
I want to decorate you on my lips

Casting a few tears upon your blouse,
I want to turn them into pearls
Come, I want to hum your song
I want to decorate you on my lips

I have grown tired of remembering you,
Now, I want to be remembered by you
I want to decorate you on my lips

Your last breath upon your lips,
Even in death I want to be with you,
Come, I want to hum your song
I want to decorate you on my lips