The sweet wind swings white fog The dew drops away and turns to be slippery The leaves of maple trees are as red as fire, They are shining in Girl's eyes At the beginning of the heart of the clouds The thin gauze skirts make branches straight Like long hair flows into a waterfall As soft as the willow drifts, Spilling into the horizon light of the river of time Long live youth! Hooray Long live Youth I am willing to be the mottled birch trees, to protect you from the wind and sand I would like to block the wind and rain for you as well For I am right in a moment that I fall in love with you