Louise went swimming in the river
In the morning
She brought a basket full of apples
And a tangerine
But she couldn't find a friend
She wanted to bring
When she entered the water line
With a trembling voice
She wondered why she chose to turn a living man
Into a ghost
But she couldn't blame anyone
For having the choice
Louise, do not cry, do the right thing
And I'll come back sometimes
When the wind blowing high, a moon of tangerine
Hang 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 its shadows
Well, I cannot blame anyone
For being a ghost