And the sun rises again with new hope to carry and shine,
with the glittering rays, again my eyes are forced to be opened.
In the midst, a sudden and sharp misery uproots in my heart,
Oh! what an another long day to survive through again.
Misery is all that i carry, sweet misery for I miss my lover.
Shall i not drop a tear in his name with this heavy heart,
Shall i not utter a cry for he is in joy in a serene place.
But what i think is not the matter, it's the yearning heart,
Oh! what i do about it for it no more listens to me?
Yet shall i not sleep tonight with a dreary heart,
Yet shall i not awake to another day to betoken this sweet misery.
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