like a vine clinging to an old tree
Beautiful things elapsed with time
but songs will stay forever
and can be sung again and again
How I wish my youth could be the same
I shall sing it whenever I want
how I wish I could be rejuvenated again and again
Like the vine that wrapped around the biggest tree.
And when I look into the mountains.
I firmly believe that all the beautiful things we had .
Have turned to the leaves of the ever green