I think I should be a dead flower
Otherwise, why wouldn't it bloom?
I think I should be a child of the night
Otherwise, why are you so afraid of the sun?
I long to be a lonely flying dragonfly
Walk freely among beautiful flowers
How I wish I was a firefly
every night
There will be light
Are all sparrows
They will all die in the winter
Are all people
They all lose their conscience in money
Are there only poor children?
Only then can you sing the most beautiful song
Are there only wandering people?
Only then can I understand the bitterness of life
I think I should be a dead flower
I think I should be a child of the night
But I am willing to walk freely in the light
Maybe sparrows will fly south in winter
Maybe there is love and desire in money too
I want to sing the most beautiful song in the world
I hope for the sweetness and warmth in life