I look at the trees in the morning, The sound of the birds in the center of the valley. When I break up with you, my close friends, I would turn yellow - know that.
The arrival of the eyes, the departure of the birds How much life has gone through! Happy spring, flowery summer - You know that, my friends.
Radiant eyes, sweet words, It's the kind of community some critics call artificial looking. When I see you again, my friends, My happiness is growing - you know that.