Put the stars and scenery you know
Give it to you one by one.
Flowing on your skirt
There will be waves.
The jingle of dancing
Summon a group of distant fish.
Sing the song I wrote in the sky for you.
Hidden in the smell of stars and Yun Lan.
I like it.
The song I sang.
There is no need to find the path of the road.
They grow their own feet.
Just like the spring rain.
Come and knock on your door.
This is February. Are you sure about your address?
Can you receive my gift?