Your dazzlingly beautiful face Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates What I would see in dreams, and I am moved Simply gazing
Standing still, you are alone Your water-colored sleeves are painted softly So many green trees, where is this place? I've lost sight of it
Someday, this present moment Will become a memory I will never want to forget Yes, even through the flow of time
Your cheeks are a little red Looking shy with upturned eyes Constantly I flip through each page Upon the white canvas is Your traced face My thoughts are driven, this time Simply, simply...
So your title is "Miss I" By no means unmet, oh Miss I Your golden hair attractively Falls upon your shoulders
What colors can Form the many layers so pleasantly Following the emotions Yes, even using the paint this way?
Your silhouette is just like ceramic And is also quite famous Constantly I flip through each page Obsessed with painting Your traced face I cannot do so skillfully, but Simply, simply...
Your dazzlingly beautiful face Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates What I would see in dreams, and I am moved Simply gazing
Your dazzlingly beautiful face Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates What I would see in dreams, and I am moved Simply gazing
Standing still, you are alone Your water-colored sleeves are painted softly So many green trees, where is this place? I've lost sight of it
Someday, this present moment Will become a memory I will never want to forget Yes, even through the flow of time
Your cheeks are a little red Looking shy with upturned eyes Constantly I flip through each page Upon the white canvas is Your traced face My thoughts are driven, this time Simply, simply...
So your title is "Miss I" By no means unmet, oh Miss I Your golden hair attractively Falls upon your shoulders
What colors can Form the many layers so pleasantly Following the emotions Yes, even using the paint this way?
Your silhouette is just like ceramic And is also quite famous Constantly I flip through each page Obsessed with painting Your traced face I cannot do so skillfully, but Simply, simply...
Your dazzlingly beautiful face Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates What I would see in dreams, and I am moved Simply gazing