Flowers on the other side,
Still charming and desperate
I seem to have lost the immaturity of my youth,
My reflection in the water is beautiful and enchanting,
But it's so ethereal and out of reach
Is this really me?
I asked myself more than once
Standing at the top of the world,
Looking down at my country, my subjects
My lifelong dream
My heart is full, yet empty
close your eyes,
The figure that ties my life together
But can't touch it anymore
Even so I still...
Very happy
Because... I've long been used to it