What was familiar soon dries up
What was light gradually becomes heavy
From the flower, the fragrance, from the sea, the waves
I cannot take away your name from myself

Under the noisy atmosphere, scattered snowflakes
The river, tired of flooding, heads towards the sea
Field, spread out, mountains and rocks, stand up
The river water winds through the valley and rushes in

Would you know that the nest of that forest bird
Is woven with feathers plucked from its own chest
It seems frozen, then bursts and spreads
The flower blooming within the frost

What I desire is an unreachable dream
What I sing is an inaudible song
What I want is not a thousand kisses
But just to be myself
Not anyone's anything
But just myself

Two butterflies making a fuss in the inner room
Even if the water turns blue, they cannot return
Even if I wear a golden hairpin or a flower-embroidered jacket
Only the incense smoke lingers, and I am like a bird in the mirror
I am like a bird in the mirror

Would you know that the nest of that forest bird
Is woven with feathers plucked from its own chest
It seems frozen, then bursts and spreads
The flower blooming within the frost

What I exhale is an unbearable breath
What I nurture is an unripe fruit
What I want is not a thousand kisses
But just to be myself
Not anyone's anything

Not, not, just to be myself
Not, not, just to be myself

Today, the lotus flower was hit by frost and fell red

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