Dear, my sister
I think you do wrong
in joining our Mister,
walking dark history along.

I don’t know how well
you hear my song
but I hope you will smell
the aroma among

the flowers I’m putting
on her grave here today
to show that I’m thinking
of her every day.

and I am dreaming
when up in the sky
stars are twinkling
where paradise may lie,

that once in the future
we together will say
“here can we forever,
in happiness stay.”