The flowers in the park as beautiful as the moon dim
The lined beetle wants to touch his fascinated body with its beauty.
Swaying in the wind, dancing body
A small breeze with a small fragrant face
Flowers in the garden welcome morning sun
Light up my life take me with you
I fly flying high in the clouds
Leave all the noise
I will imagine, with you mine
I keep all the memories in my heart
pulling my hair away, the idol continues to float
Follow my birds dreaming, 'I flew flying and fell in his arms