Rain washed blue
It's the kite's yearning
He set sail in the warm spring breeze of March
In the air
Greetings to the birds flying back to the North
Listen to them
The story of the South
Maybe only kites know
What a boundless cage the sky is
It's like only fish know
The bottom of the sea in midsummer covers the cold winter
Endless extension of the line in hand
To look at the distance that has never been touched
Break free from the shackles of that line
It was the first dream of kites
Free and happy kite dance
In the air
Accompany the wind from the Northwest
Listen to them
All manner of the world
Maybe only kites know
What an endless cage the sky is
It's like only fish know
The bottom of the sea in midsummer covers the cold winter
Endless extension of the line in hand
Go and see the distance
Maybe only kites know
What an endless cage the sky is
It's like only fish know
The bottom of the sea in midsummer covers the cold winter
Endless extension of the line in hand
To look at the distance that has never been touched
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