At this moment,
The night is deep and there are many stars.
Where is the crescent moon?
By the pillow,
Can I have a story to accompany me?
Or a wonderful dream?
Outside the window,
Listening to the wind telling the past time,
Counting the years carefully is like a song.
Mind,
Will no longer be an island,
This is a treasure house.
Early in the morning,
With the fragrance of the last drop of morning dew,
You will meet the first ray of sunshine!