Her heart has been dusty for thousands of years,
She is like a rose with thorns, swaying in the wind, looking even more beautiful.
She is free and easy, goes her own way, and comes and goes without a trace like the wind, making it impossible to restrain her soul that runs towards freedom...
Those intoxicating memories, which have long been deposited into the amber of time, can they "let the fire of youth burn forever?"
Let the lightning of life flash across the sky;
Make a promise to the vast starry sky,
Let the young heart never change!
Use all your enthusiasm in exchange for time,
Let the dreams of youth remain unchanged. "Lingering becomes smoke, and transpiration becomes steam."