Friendship is a kite that raises and falls
In the blue sky...

I draw open the curtain,
And the sun bursts through the window...

I slowly walked up the gold staircase,
Running my fingers...

When I look up,
I see the bright moon shinning...

The little girl sits in the corner,
Waiting for the arrival of her father...

I will always remember how it felt,
To have his tender lips brush against mine...