By the shore in the middle of the night,
She always sit at the big rocks,
Waiting for her lover to come, 
Who promised to be there.

By the shore in the middle of the night,
She is always singing sad songs,
That would make herself to tears,
For the lover who never comes.

By the shore in the middle of the night,
She always looks up at the moon,
Asking him of her heart's fears,
For the lover who promised.

By the shore in the middle of the night,
She is always feeling pitifully sad,
Making her heart full of hate,
Who promised that never comes.