Your appearance caused ripples in my life. Is it suffering or heaven?
The seeds of happiness sprouted in my heart. Could this really be my life?
There are too many mysteries tangled up in my heart. Who can solve them for me? . .
Looking up at the night sky, I always thought I could pick stars, but instead I bumped into a tree full of stars.
The song says: The time is quiet and good, and I talk to you. The years are flowing slowly, and I am with you. The prosperity is gone, and I am old with you. The stars are just for you. . .