From my younger years

In the sky there are stars,

on earth there are flowers,

in the air — birds,

and in my heart — you.

Fire loves warmth,

water loves the shore,

the wind loves the breeze,

and I love you.

Snow lives in winter,

grass lives in spring,

harvest lives in autumn,

and I live by you.

You are my white day,

you are my dark night,

you are my sweet life,

you are my bitter death.