Goodbye to you,
Farewell friends,
Goodbye to you my sweet fellows
More nice times and memories be got we could if time could be borrowed
They’re just the tips of narrow arrows
Flying sharply to rich the middle of forgotten morrows
Our sun will shine more and more showing our lasting mourns
Goodbye to you fresh-old painters
Painting the first supper of sorrows
Goodbye to you my best fellows,
Goodbye to you,
Farewell friends.