The smile is in my heart
In my memories(souvenirs), her(it) soft sweetness
Which(Who) sings the pen on this sheet(leaf)
The soul checks(controls) the alphabet without mourning
The heart of the world in the evil, he(it) waits
And understand(include) not but he(it) is slow
Completely, and he(it) waits
But the life shows itself per second
One wait more, we sing the Mona Lisa
We sing but we wait
