The mood is wrapped in heat,
Lost the sweetness and astringency.
So love hides in the deep sea,
Because the heart faces the water. . . . .
Fish use gills, I use my mouth.
Explore the mystery of being alive
In summer, heat waves tease green leaves, month after month.
My mood is wrapped in nightmares,
Full of weirdness and heaviness.
So love was sent to the distant mountains,
Because I can't help myself. . . . .
Birds use their wings and I use my feet.
Measure the difference in life
As summer approaches, high temperature disturbs the air year after year.
My mood is wrapped in sweat,
Left a mark, deep.
So love is infinite,
Because it's down to earth. . . . .
Horses use their backs and I use their shoulders.
Accept the moral concept of life