I carried a seed
And walked towards the new moon;
Towards our devoted South.
The wind rises, sparkling with silver,
You are a cashew tree on the fragrant footpath.
I’d love to slow down the clock,
These earthly emotions,
How can I bear to let you experience?
But you know,
Time once gone is gone forever,
Our story is still continuing.
Tomorrow’s live and vigour
With a thousand splendid colors,
Walking towards you all dressed up.