The bright red heart is still beating on the palm of the hand The bloody picture still has a bit of fishy smell The nakedness is not reserved But it is the sincerity presented in the most sincere way.

吹奏著溫度柔和的號碼角 夜空下約定一般的夢 肩上的淚水 還記得得抱的溫度

Flapping wings of hope Flying towards happiness Hope from the South Full with breath of earth

Placed in the mouth, bitter and difficult to swallow In your hands, the heat can’t be grasped In your heart, warmth and contentment and freedom Called dream

Try to pass the warmth of the palms, Wings to fly to the once-blue dream, Share love