Goose, goose, goose, I am a goose.
Wandering in the water, singing to the sky.
Who knows what is on my mind, among the white clouds.
I have feathers as light as white clouds, floating on the green water, thinking about the deep blue sky.
I am a goose. I have wings but cannot fly far. I have something on my mind but I sing to someone.
My footprints are as red as blood, submerged in the rising ripples.