Daughter of the earth, who’s heart belongs to the sky.
You have no wings, yet you soar in the sky beyond.
Under the apple tree you are, you’re smile makes the flowers bloom with a sweet color. Daughter of the earth, who’s heart belongs to sky.
You smile for me, yet we are apart.
For I must fly far away, into the storm.
Daughter of the earth, whose heart is in the sky, you give me wings to fly.
As you sit under the apple tree, my heart belongs to you.
My sky whose winds are as gentle as your smile.
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