I mean…

If I don’t believe in the sorrow of life

Can you smile for me?

I sigh deeply

Because of my poor love

I look at the horoscope

What our love will be?

I really want to

Meet you the next life again,

Oh, the wind blows

And it’s like your smile

I’m sending you

The flower language of

Bougainvillea,

Oh, I feel so anxious

I wrote the lyric poetry for you

In the windy day’s afternoon

I mean…

If I couldn’t meet you

In the place,at that time

What would our future be?

I read the never ending story

For you,

You pretend to be strong

But actually you’re a crybaby,

Poseidon is running

On the wide sea

With his cobalt color memory