Then the streets also change seasons/Love someone so the wind blows, the pine trees rustle/On the branches, the birds hang silently/The sky is full of blooming phoenix flowers, their eyes squinting, calling for summer
Then the street also changed seasons
Love the person who makes the wind blow and the pine trees rustle
The top of the branch is quiet, no birds are hanging
The sky is full of royal poinciana flowers blooming, their eyes squinting to call summer
Chorus of cicadas
Play a chorus calling the hot summer.
The sky is filled with red flowers
Goodbye, see you next time.
FROM THE NIGHT