Love is like a river, the longest of life.
Running deep and still in my solitude soul.
How many mountains and valleys should it pass by
To find a right place to stay and to fill?
Like the adventurers in a desert of despair
Seeking in vain for a never-found well
I'd wind up a thousand miles
Just to embrace the reflection of an unknown smile.
Ups and downs, twists and swirls
The stories of my river are anything but special.
Over marble-white toes and moon-shining faces
Every kiss withered with ripples of joy and tides of sorrow.
Now it is running into you, my darling
May it hereafter, flow deep, still and slow.
Thus I'll perhaps sift out more lines of gold
Yet none of them could compare to you
My dear lonely boat.