My lover, ere we part,
Give, oh, give back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each wind of the Taiwan Straits ;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
By that lip I've ever tasted;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love’s alternate joy and woe,
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow－
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?－
With silence and tears.
My lover! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Bern, Switzerland,
Taipei holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!
I love you!