A rose has
bloomed so far...

You say I am into your heart;
and sitting on its bough...

An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world...

She looks fine when she laughs.
She looks fine when she weeps...

Those who will go back to the civilization of...
and to the age of hand-fans made of palm-leaves...

You say you love the rain.
But when it starts raining, you raise...

Like medicine in pain,
like cool water in thirst...

You and me
me and you...