I quietly shut it in the greenhouse.
Don't ask why.
At noon, the sun smiled and got into my washbasin.
I hid it quietly in a water bottle.
Don't ask why.
In the afternoon, the spring breeze twisted and flew to the top of the willow tree.
I hid it quietly in the kite.
Don't ask why.
At night, I will string dew into a necklace.
Let the sun paint it as the taste of the moon.
Don't ask why.
I'm going to give her a dewdrop necklace to wear,
Let her taste the moon.
Sing happily together in the spring breeze.
Do you want to know who she is?
Excuse me, Grandpa Earth-
She is a beautiful and magical nature.