The song is sweet, gently swaying in the wind
Slowly telling a story
How beautiful is the story that began in the flying of the sky and the earth on that day, that year, the falling leaves
That time that one look was destined to be longing for you
Meeting in the wind, that time that stood still, that time that the colorful clouds fell quietly all over the sky, letting the mountains tower over one another, letting the butterflies dance and flutter.