It's hard to say goodbye when we meet.
The east wind is lazy and a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die.
Every night, candles cry, their wick disappears and tears begin to dry.
Ah! regret we didn't meet sooner
Ah! Don't be too difficult to get along with.
The candle burns out and glows.
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet.
The east wind is lazy and a hundred flowers blossom.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die.
Every night, candles cry, their wick disappears and tears begin to dry.
Ah! regret we didn't meet sooner
Ah! Don't be too difficult to get along with.
The candle burns out and glows.
The candle burns out and glows.
The candle burns out and glows.