The lake is your eyes, the dream of a sky full of stars, the mood is a legend, waiting forever to grow, it is a door of leaves, childhood has a group of dear people, spring is a journey, the vicissitudes of life, the possession of those I love, the departed wind, the eternal vows over and over again, those who love me, the tears that have settled, the eternal vows over and over again. The lake is your eyes, the dream of a sky full of stars, the mood is a legend, waiting forever, to grow, is a door of leaves. Spring is a journey of vicissitudes of life, possessing those I love, the departing wind, those eternal vows, over and over again, those who love me, those tears that have settled, those eternal vows, over and over again. We all once had an innocent and sad face, holding the sun in our hands. We look at the distance. Day by day, gently, year after year, as we grow up, will we sing our wishes again? Softly, day by day, year by year, as we grow up, will we sing our wishes again? Will we sing our wishes again as we grow up?