Morning shows its head out of the blanket of the clouds,

the rad hairs of sun reaches out to the earth, to the universe,

in an attempt to wake them up to the beauty of the dawn,

Some gets up to see, some pretend to sleep, but the sun still call every day.

I reach to you with my candle lamp, swayed by wind, dampened by the rain,

But still warm, still burning feebly, still lighting up the room,

I have a universe to light up, you, I have a world to reach out to, you,

Will you wake up to my little feeble lamp?

I hear your voice in my ears, your warmth on my skin.

I feel your touches on my hair, I want it to be forever.

The prayers, the wishes, the anxieties, the strange feelings,

All feel weird, all feel strange but all feel just right.

I go with the feeling of just right, just in comfort of your voice,

To the end of the world to make my lamp strong, to light up my universe, you,

To make myself strong, in order to make you the happiest in the world,

Little ambition of a feeble lamp.