Flowing gently.
Like a clear stream,
Like a piece of green.
Soft music,
Flowing gently.
This stream runs through my hometown,
Green flowers and singing birds.
Soft music,
Flowing gently.
Like a fallen leaf,
Like a narrow alley.
Soft music,
Flowing gently.
And the desolation of fallen leaves,
And wandering alleys.
Think quietly,
Quiet memories.
Just like a love-hate story about life and death,
Like a dream.
I hope this helps.