Burning

The woman wearing the veil walks away
Gaze the evening star
Her face is full of smiles
Being elated within the heart.

In the room by lighting the evening lamp
Covered with hem
Look woke up trembling
However, the hand is extended.

What a thin line on the silent face
Nobody understood
The affection for the house is moaning
Such a burning wave.

(This burning is meant to be the
affection for home.)