Louise went swimming in a river
 in the morning.
 She bought a basket full of apples
 and a tangerine.
 But she couldn't find a friend
 she wanted to bring.
 When she entered the water
 with a trembling voice,
 she wondered
 why she chose to turn a living man
 in to a ghost.
 But she couldn't blame anyone
 for having the choice.
 Louise, do not cry, you did the right thing.
 And I'll come back sometimes
 with the wind blowing high,
 a moon of tangerine
 hanging from the sky.
 I'll be the shadow of the memory
 falling from your eye
 There are flowers in bloom around the apple tree
 that I love the most.
 But the land of this country has no mercy
 for it's shadows
 Well, I cannot blame anyone
 for being a ghost