Mood
The ones that begin to change have the fidgets
The waiting of several thousand years
For what it is on earth
Know obviously
Impossible revival of the mummy
But persistent constantly
Love covered with dust in the Pyramid
How long take on earth to free
Understand at the same time
The prince will not fall in love with the seamaid
But the seamaid insists on constantly
Do not even hesitate to exchange with one's own tongue and life
But magically change into the foam finally
Bury in the sea
Love
Having neither enmity nor repentance like this
The mummy waits sillily and sillily
Seamaid's long suffering
For what it is on earth
Perhaps it is their love having neither enmity nor repentance in the heart