I am full of woe! I hold in my hands
Just his notes that proclaimed his love for me,
His love was intense but Father’s commands,
I am sad that Cupid’s arrow is now free.
Father, so precious! So peaceful! But why?!
My dearly deceased! I sing in sorrow.
Now, perchance, I can cheer up my friends by
Gifting flowers for a hopeful ‘morrow.
Sunlit days next to the glistening bank,
These garlands will bestow many blessings,
I am a song bird who flies from this plank--
But only my soul begins progressing.
My lover, my father both stripped away,
Life’s in irreparable disarray.