Serene songs of the nightingale, 
and drumming of the wood pecker 
uplifts my spirit in this forest 

As I roam
wondering where you are,
if you no longer need me

But somehow, I know,
you are there, 
waiting too

On those promises
Or could you have forgotten
so soon ?

This desire chirps constantly
within my heart 
like a cricket tweets in the hearth 

Soul mate, hurry
croon audibly, releasing my soul, 
if you have found another 

Else, thrill my heart forever 
revealing in person,
if our secret is intact.