The dawn's surmounted 8 thousand miles transcending scents of lotus through my window. And you don't answer still, my love unmild, and I am staring at a corner like a widow. I cannot catch my breath, it's rare and helpless. I got my heart being oppressed by fever. And you don't answer still, my fox cub careless, and all my thoughts 'bout you come ill in quiver. Today your Sun has not emerged through distance leaving its morning warmth to foreign souls. And you don't answer still, my whole existence, and I still wait for you playing my role.