The wind blew a picture of my childhood, where you played house with me.
Bamboo grove is our home, and bamboo leaves are the flowers you gave me.
I looked up and saw you smiling so innocently that the wind blew a picture of my childhood.
You played house with me there, and you picked that flower for me.
The beautiful bride flower and the childlike story make you and me dream.
Do you remember the little bride flower? Now we have grown up.
Whether you have her by your side or not, you are still a myth in my dream.
Do you remember the little bride flower? Now we have grown up.
Whether you have her by your side or not, you are still a myth in my dream.
The wind blew a picture of my childhood, where you played house with me.
You picked that flower for me, the beautiful bride flower.
Children's stories make you and me dream. Do you remember the little bride flower?
Now that we are grown up, do you have her with you?
You are still the myth in my dream, little bride flower. Do you remember?
Now that we are grown up, do you have her with you?
You are still a myth in my dream.