Pure, bright and beautiful,
Touched our young hearts,
The impulse to pray without words,
Dreams of love and truth;
Desire after losing something,
The yearning cry of the soul,
In pursuit of better hope-
These things will never disappear.
Everything pure, brilliant and beautiful,
Strongly shocked our young hearts,
What drives us to pray silently,
Let us dream of love and truth;
Cherish it after you lose it,
Let the soul cry deeply,
Fight for a better dream—
These things will never disappear.
Timid hands reach out to help,
A brother in need,
In a sad and dark moment, a kind word
This proves that a true friend:
Whispering for forgiveness,
When justice approaches,
A contrite heart has a sadness-
These things will never die.
A timid helping hand,
When your brother needs it,
A sincere word, when you are sad and difficult.
Enough to prove a friend's sincerity;
Begging for mercy softly,
As the trial approaches,
There's a sadness in a contrite heart-
These things will never disappear.
Don't let anything pass to every hand.
Must find some work to do;
Don't miss the chance to awaken love-
Firm, fair and true:
So will a light that never fades.
Shining on you from a height.
The angel's voice says to you-
These things will never die.
Pass warmth to the earth,
Do as much as you can;
Don't miss the chance to awaken love-
Firmness, integrity and loyalty;
So your light shines on it.
It won't disappear.
You will hear the voice of an angel saying-
These things will never disappear.