What's in my name for you?
It will die like a sad noise
The waves splashing into the distant shore,
Like the sound of a night in the forest is deaf.
It's on a commemorative leaflet
Will leave a dead mark like
Tombstone inscription pattern
In an incomprehensible language.
What's in it? Forgotten a long time ago
In the excitement of new and rebellious,
It won't give your soul
Memories are pure, gentle.
But in the day of sorrow, in silence,
Say it longing;
Say: there is a memory of me,
There is a heart in the world where I live...