Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Thousands of angels,
Get up and sing praises to the children;
Kid!
In his little body,
With a great soul.
The beauty of spring water with stars lies in the worship and praise of nature.
We are all born babies,
Lying in the cradle of the universe.
The beauty of Spring with Stars lies in the reflection and understanding of life.
Flowers in the corner,
When you appreciate yourself,
The world is getting smaller.