Kite flying

I can't say a word.
Send you my kite flying up
My village misses your village
The kite is like a piece of moon leaning down on the field.
How many vibrations in the heart
Again let fly among the vast kites
How high does the kite fly?
The new wire says a lot of distance.
The rope that ties the tree
So the vastness suddenly becomes infinitely close to us
The kite tilted down the field
The colors of the countryside suddenly fly up
The kite sways in the wind
Everyone's heart is tied to a kite
Children love the curved sky
And tie the afternoons to the tree
My age has passed
The kite is the boat and the string is the shore.
Nature can be unpredictable
I love the excuse of a piece of paper.
The paper we release into the sky
That's my heart, my kite.