I feel like living in the frost of Antarctic,
Will you be burning sun, hey boy romantic?
Be my gorgeous spring gown,
Be violent love as waterfall flows down.
I am tired gliding on snow,
How to escape I don't know.
Please take me into warm sea,
I will sing and dance in profuse glee.
I will open my museum of mind,
And charm the people's eyes of cynical kind.
I will be spontaneous again,
My arid land will be slippy by rain.
A garden of grapes will be smiling,
In happy shower I will be rolling.
I will laugh out along with sea oyster,
Let past be drowned in salty water.