Full of the tenderness of moonlight,
Crystal ice ridges on the eaves,
Drop a tear,
Under its gentle touch,
The sun melts slowly,
Draw a soft wind quietly.
That thin face.
On that snowy night,
Where are you?
Taste Hawaiian fruit liqueur;
Or dancing with the beach girl in the tide?
At this time, it is almost noisy.
A city about to wake up in the sun,
We have to start repeating countless scenes from yesterday.
At the beginning of a new day,
The ice ridge finally melted.
In the sunshine of spring rain ...