Some early dawn, on waking up, I look about myself 

The sun’s shining on the terrace; the birds’re startled

I know my words of love had already been heard

Sunshine’s passing through the leaves, 

The dewdrops fall from the branches of the trees

Why tell my story when Life’s so fragile

My love story is sad with no sunrise

The old familiar road, with love’s usual deceits

The path of love with a hundred jumbled threads, 

Trying to find love within Life’s mess 

Not many years left when our hair will turn silver

And by chance, if we should meet each other,

Only to feel like awkward strangers

What’s left then to give to one another.

Morning to evening, looking about myself alone

The familiar road I will not go, 

Feeling awkward when we see each other

Just ‘cause in my life, there hasn’t yet been a sunrise.