This is love,
this is the curse,
it is afraid of losing it.
Under the sun,
there is a weakling,
the moon and the earth are in pain.
The heart is in pain,
but I wish to be a bird in the sky,
The wind is in the air,
the heart is in the snow,
and the spring breeze is in the air.
This is love,
this is the curse, it is afraid of losing it.
The heart is in pain,
but I wish to be a bird in the sky,
The flowers are in bloom,
but I am still in pain.
The clouds are like smoke,
and I am lost in my dream.
I wonder when I can see you again.
Clouds and fog are gone,
and I am no longer in the shadow.
This is love,
this is the curse, it is afraid of losing it.
It is a dream,
tears are all over the face, and I can't move.
The heart is in pain,
but I wish to be a bird in the sky,
The world is in pain,
but I wish to be a bird in the sky.