• As the Nile flows,
    So does my tears.
    As the willow weeps,
    So does my soul.

    I mourn for a friend.
    A friend who cared,
    A friend who loved,
    And who help me.

    Now, he is gone.
    He lay amongst the towering trees,
    Between the snowing flowers,
    In front of a willow.

    Now, I am alone,
    Feeling pain and sorrow.
    Part of me lay with him,
    For that part of me is dead