I can see the dawn on the water's face,
with the shimmering light that starts to raise.
In a woven strokes the rise in breathe,
each mark I make a trace beneath.
Feathers share their golden gleam,
drifting knows like a gentle dream.
In my heart the lightness secretly strikes a cord, ohhhhhhh~
When time is fluid like red wine in the bottle,
then it pours out.
a page of rhythm and rhyme.
Can we set our sail again to the rainbow arching up high,
gondola(贡多拉) flying in the sky.
Once there was a bird swam around the oar
then we have to start to hear its secrets unfold.
Was it yesterday? Was it last year? It's so surreal.
When salty air was blowing, filling up my nose. Ohhhhhhh~
Can we set our sail again to the beating heart of the sky
where grandma rested with her smile.
Let's go visit her (with) a bunch of daisies like grandpa once did,
and sing her all her loved by.
I dreamed about it all last night, clouds and rainbows interwined,
blurring up my track of time.
Grandpa's holding me like I'm still that kid,
knowing nothing about how to fish and how to alive.
I'm still figuring all my life,
like the first time, tangled by a fishing line.
I wish you, you still by my side.