Canon 28

When I was buried underneath,

with your great solemnity.

Calm soil calm my soul,

cuddle myself and covered by snow.

When I was buried underneath，

I heard the singing girls,

singing my favorite hymns,

on where my corrupted body leaned.

When I was buried underneath,

forgotten about my name,

same goes to the other mates,

only the falling tombs are still remained. 

Chrysanthemum had cried

a little pity sigh.

Roses ale on the top

of my sandy coffin shield.

Sings along my sweetheart Jill.

When I was buried underneath,

the restless souls scream.

They scream wretchedly

scream as they couldn’t rest in peace.

When I was buried underneath,
and so my mind buried along with it.
But not the broken soul I knew,

it only can be fixed by you.