Old fragrant fruit trees by the river,
Owls sleeping in trees,
The tottering pomegranate flower,
A small insect with open wings.
The birds in the sky are like me,
The fish swimming in the water are like me,
When I became you one day,
When you hold me one day.
We all have our own happiness,
They all have their own lives,
We all have our own love,
Everything has spirit, everything has spirit.
He will cry, too,
The owl is always thinking,
Pomegranate flowers swaying skirt,
They all like beautiful insects.
We all have our own happiness,
They all have their own lives,
We all have our own love,
Everything has spirit, everything has spirit,
The river bed will spread out,
The big tree opens its arms.
How can there be me without love,
How can there be you without love.
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