I could still hear the mimic of a lately built empty room
I could hear a newly fuse of an ocean whispering...
And the late sighs of one's breath still breezing round my deep,
All declaring lifeful expressions of happily ever one day,
Sweet and promising
One beautiful soul and a heart in disguise, sweet and promising,
Yet calling out broken oath and regrets,
despondent and grief betide
I did nevertheless not to render for these too shall pass, sweet and promising
And like the morning appearance, gleam is born,
Sweet and promising to raise about daylight long-drawn and tall from each part among the endless field, sweet and promising.