Tonight, the prince lies pallid on the night sky; the wind is still.
Through the wispy clouds, my sweetheart calls me; the princess kissing the prince. The branches of the sturdy fir cast its shadow on the prince’s face, a ripple on his calm face. Yet she continues to smile at my silent gaze at her eyes. A raindrop falls, is it her tear?
Long have you been his sister, my darling. Without your love, my heart withers away like a flower without care.
Topic given yet again by Shilpa, my colleague.