Every dawn, every day
I rose with sparkling eyes and a gleam on my lips.
Again. Again, I sat in my favorite chair.
Reaching the window, open it wider, wider.
Hoping to see paradise by the window
Oh, there's paradise!
She's wearing a dress as white as her skin and as pure as her smile.
Pink shoes for her rosy foot, pink lipstick for her pink little mouth
And her hair, looking so soft, ahhh.
She's smiling at everyone.
I wish it was me, if only I could hold her.
If only I could go near her.
But I was like a living ghost—no voice, no presence.
Sadly, all I can do is peep at her from afar.
So I wish the night wouldn't come.
Shutting the window each night gives me fear.
What if I shut the window?
What if I can't see her again?
She's the reason I smiled.
The reason my eyes sparkled
The reason my pale face glows
She's my paradise, though she's never aware.
Miserable indeed, but it cheered me
that even though my body is dying
I still got to see this paradise.
While my soul, my mind, and my heart
are still alive. My heart smiles!