O daughter, in front of a mirror,
We are the traveller of one road,
Where destiny in superior court,
And ambitions are silence, you know?
What makes happy is actually sorrow,
O daughter, looking upset? Listen me,
Being a part of sorrow brings happiness,
If you prepare for the ultimate goal of life,
O daughter, death! death! death at last,
Look, tear in eyes, surely the happiness,
Because I feel the truth of mine, the truth is,
Remembering death is called the happiness.
