The birdsong wakes me up
every single morning
my mind goes to the forest
to enjoy the melody of hornets.

Truly, if I get a gentle breeze
happily with happiness
only for the pleasure of heart
then I'd melt at the dawn.

I get and see in the flower garden
the flowers spread on the ground
the girl stood hiding behind
I had to hold my ears with shame
if she looks at me what will happen?
She'd have slapped on my cheek!

All the songs are the opposite of my song
I'm a dusty boy?