Let me tell you about my secret,
He will expose my prism, my light
Or let us sing songs of righteousness
Perhaps we will extinguish the longing
We sing our song before farewell songs
I sang the last goodbye,
And the passers-by heard my song
Until passersby admired my song and cried for my song
They asked me to repeat it over and over again
As I got closer to finishing the song, the passing crowd shouted
Come on, sing your sorrows
When I approached my beloved, the crowd shouted, “Return to your sorrows.”