Her house’s next to mine,

separated only by the spinach vine.

Two persons living in loneliness

She seesm to be like me in her sadness

If the spinach vine wasn't there,

I’ll definitely come over and visit her.

I have a gentle dream

A white butterfly often comes to my place

O Butterfly! Please come inside!

Let me ask you just a small question...

"How come she does not smile

when drying the golden silk on the terrace?”

Her eyes often gazes at the sky..."

The white butterfly had returned to her house!

Suddenly, I feel tuggings on my heartstrings

I asked myself, "Is it true that I love her?"

No! If love should fail,

My heart will then be like cold ashes.

She haven't taken her dried silk inside

The white butterfly comes over each day

But the last few days, I haven’t seen her

If only I also have golden silk to dry

What is it in me that seems like Longing?

Longing for her? No! Mustn’t be longing for her!

Yes, from a love that had its path severed,

My heart still aches and remembers...

Rain had been pouring down

It will be four days today

I feel lonely and sad

When the rain stops, will the butterfly still comes over?

Today, rain has stopped

Golden silks no longer dried,  and butterfly lazy to come over

The terrace next door’s still missing her shadow

My face down on the table, I sobbed... 

I missed the butterfly a lot

I also missed the golden silk, but I will not miss her.

Alas! White butterfly, golden silk!

Please return quickly and bear mourning for her

Yesterday, she died.

I'm choking with sobs… I really love her!

"If your soul’s still in this world,

Please enter the butterfly and come over!"