If you return to the Stone village this evening

On the hillside, the Love Tree’s still waiting

Even if yesteryear’s promise still seems so far away,

You’ve been constantly in my thoughts these months and days

If you return when your hair turns gray

The Love Tree would still be standing there

As a proof of childhood memories that we share

Playing seek-and-hide and carving each other’s name

If you don’t return, how very sad life would be

I will no longer call the tree The Love Tree

And my heart will no longer be kindled by Love’s fire

In melancholy and silence, it’s like the white clouds passing by…