On My Tombstone

Maybe my hearth might grow away from you 

If a bunch of seaweed had surrounded my tombstone

Yet I doubt if it might happen because this world

Is narrower than a grave for me without you

Let them scratch your name on my tombstone

Let them be convinced not to take this life of mine

And to give you to me

Whom I've fallen in love since I was born

Now glowing embers burn my chest, in cold blood
And it's more difficult to live rather than to die because this world

Is narrower than a grave for me without you