If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat,
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This fierce wind blows endlessly,
And the tender dawn from the forest. ......
Then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground,
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ......
if
I am a grass.
I will try to smile at spring.
if
I am a snowflake
I will dance lightly in your field of vision
if
I am the flame
I will light the peak of my life.
if
There is no you in this world.
There is no spring.
No snowflakes
Burning without passion ...