Your two eyes are my rubies, where is your shore? Tell me how far I can row
Your smile line goes all the way to the north in my hell, I will follow you without question
I found the person, I will go with you to the bottom, I hold you like a flower in my fist
Two words, a matter of calculation, a sacrifice of your drunken gaze, my beauty without makeup, a sacrifice of the color of your eyes
Amidst the path of life, at the crossroads of time, I happened to see you, a flower of the four seasons, you were good and perfect
I picked you without willpower, autumn leaves, and a happy mood, it was good for me to see you, it was good that I picked you