And lastly, the king stands
With his heart in his hands
Oh what love is this lastly tonight?
For the arms of his heart are short
And tomorrow is my heart\'s being
How can we possibly exceed from this?
For I suffer acutely
From the dreaming in his eyes
For the clouds intimidate me so
Oh the years have passed contentiously
And the book of old is near
Sweet passion falls upon my praise
For the king sees me...
Behold the violent flutes in despair
As the music shatters this place,
Oh life\'s such a lovely embrace
My acute eyes have seen
And sharply the thunder breaks
For my heart is so serene
Untitled is the embrace that love gives
What a fairless pride this seems
To shatter one\'s heart
In love\'s suspense,
Oh what a dream it should be
One shall warm my flute in heart\'s repair
For this is indeed a great honor
The king and I,
Splendid are the doors in the sky
Oh shallow waters
Shall not break us apart
For the roses are aware of this love
Pretty is the distance
That requires youth,
For youth is within the heart
And its speech is grand within the king
There is no stone unturned...
And within the king, my heart speaks
We have a great tradition to uphold
For my dying eyes die of love
For love\'s speech
Is crystal clear--
For tomorrow is my heart\'s glory
And so is the king,
The king and I.