Oh Monk

Your mother and father have both passed away But you had good friendship relations... You are young but your life made you find the way That was full of hardships and tensions... You'd been going so long, you were full of dreams, All work that you did was so tiring... To tell you the truth, my soul is full of sins But I can't resist the admiring! Oh monk! My song is dedicated to you Because your heart has been immortal! Oh God! Please, let his soul fly straightly to You When he dies... Please, gladden this orphan! I'm proud of you as you could spare all things That will spoil next generations... I'm proud 'cause you are not so rich as kings But you have the other posessions: You're able to worship for those who are kind And those who are cruel and wicked... You're able to wish every time in your mind: "Be blessed everybody who need it!" Oh monk! My song is dedicated to you Because your heart has been immortal! Oh God! Please, let his soul fly straightly to You When he dies... Please, gladden this orphan!