When I was on my eighteenth year,
there were a beautiful boy that I liked.
Him I wanted to own forever.
But this my thought was soon to disappear.
There was another girl who was put into his arms.
Her he likens to a rosy flower.
Though I have treasured my father and mother dearly,
as well as siblings and friends,
who have loved me here,
this love surpasses them all.
Thank you for being my sole consolation
and thank you for all the times I’ve rested on your chest.
In heaven shall we be united again.