You are a child from the south
Have an uncontrollable temperament
Covered in prophecy and unaware of it
Running selflessly, the joy and sadness are all unbridled
The sun doesn't want to stop it
You are a child from the south
The way people want to love and hate others
You hold a dream like an oath
That means you can't stop wandering. Wandering - excerpted from "Children of the South"
I carried my painting bag and my dream, looking forward to the moment it bloomed. Until I met you, you began to become my dream.