My beloved—has gone, so I sit by the river and cry,
Hair in disarray from sorrow, tears tying my eyes.
The hand that once built our home now stands empty,
I try to explain to the river, but it understands differently.
O river, you know everything,
Then why won’t my sorrow leave me be?
Day and night, a lonely woman sits at the shore,
His absence keeps breaking me more and more.
I place rice on the stove, yet the fire won’t burn,
I search for the sound of his steps, my chest filled with churn.
People say, “With time, everything will be fine,”
But no one sees how this girl cries through the night.
Even now, when evening falls, I come alone to the shore,
Hoping his face appears in the river once more.
I try to smile, but no one sees inside,
Each time I leave behind waves of hidden cries.
O river, you know everything,
Then why won’t my sorrow leave me be?
Day and night, a lonely woman sits at the shore,
His absence keeps breaking me more and more.
In stormy winds, his shadow dances on the water,
Every silent wave whispers his story softer.
If I try to laugh by mistake, I end up crying,
His memories bind deep inside, never dying.
Dust in my hair, a hidden smile in my veil,
Reminds me how deeply I loved him, without fail.
They ask me, “Why carry such pain inside?”
After loving so much, why cry like the river tide?
