Beautiful flower, gentle river
Without fail, an east wind
Slightly sweetly seeped in
Is the breath of my dear who I miss

When I’m in the center of the world
And I feel a certain emptiness
I’m dreaming of being held in your arms
Lovingly

In the silver path of the birds
In the reflection of the spotted eyes
I’m just circling and pacing back and forth
Just like the night you stole me away
Let’s look at each other indifferently
And never let go of our hands

Beautiful flower, gentle river
Without fail, an east wind
Slightly sweetly seeped in
Is the breath of my dear who I miss

In the silver path of the birds
In the reflection of the spotted eyes
I’m just circling and pacing back and forth
Let’s never let go of our hands