Na Ying's lyrics to the boat

He drifted to my shore

It's full of grace

No rudder in his hand

I can only see his pride and ease

Being free is like coming for me

He's coming this way

Happiness opened in his hands

No rudder in his hand

It's like he came for me

I jumped on his boat

Started not to suddenly high suddenly low but gentle brilliance

It was all his spring

Hiding in a never opened pocket, I fell in love with his love

Originally thought that the heart which loses the hug cannot be generous after all

It was just cold in winter

By the wreckage that lives in my heart

He's coming this way

Happiness opened in his hands

No rudder in his hand

It's like he came for me

I jumped on his boat

Started not to suddenly high suddenly low but gentle brilliance

It was all his spring

Hiding in a never opened pocket, I fell in love with his love

Originally thought that the heart which loses the hug cannot be generous after all

It was just cold in winter

By the wreckage that lives in my heart