In the mountains of my kingdom ,In the thoughts of my fantasy ,Sprung from the longingthe night,Born from a single tear ,Silver - clear - meaninglessand yet valuable.She runs me out of my cold eyes ,the pale - soft cheeks. Your salty tarnishes tastemy senses ,to die in front of me on the cold ground.From a tear is a trickle ,From a trickle becomes a stream ,From a stream a river ,From a river is atraveling power ,The downfall of my kingdom ,Lost in the tears of my sorrow ,In the longing of my heart .