the balsa slowly
drifted away from the shore...

Sweetheart, please hold me,
hold me tight for I might fall...

Mary lost herself.
Her wisdom goes round and round...

I found endless youth.
However, the sun burns my skin...

Fly little bird fly
spread your wings and soar high...

If I was a man,
I'll be mother's favorite...

Cold south wind comes forth.
All bamboos bow to its might...

patches of sunlight
often pours down the holes...

Different birds were on the branches,
Every tree in their path is lined up...

Last candle light
He slowly pushed open the wooden door...

Too long, too alone.
Oh! Like time is strange weather...

It's true, he won.
It's over, she's happy so...