The breeze dancing over the little buds,
A leaf dyed green after numerous shakings.
When the dark blue clouds shower,
The trembling of the branches soaked in strong rainwater.
It's okay, That's alright.
The sun will rise soon.
The eastern sky is getting brighter.
When another flower blooms and a new season comes to the empty field,
Like an answer to a prayer, starlight will twinkle on the far side of the universe.
Can you hear me? Do you feel it?
I ask you again with an excited voice.
To my cheerful hum,
you will raise your arms towards the sky
and stretch out to create some shade.
Would you be a tree that makes me smile
because I love just looking at you?
I'm so glad to meet you,
you're so precious to me.
When another flower blooms and a new season comes to the empty field,
Like an answer to a prayer, starlight will twinkle on the far side of the universe.
When a new season comes when beautifully colored fallen leaves flutter across the streets,
Would you be a tree that makes me smile because I love just looking at you?
Can you hear me? Do you feel it? I ask you again with an excited voice.
I'm so glad to meet you, you're so precious to me.
Would you be a tree that makes me smile because I love just looking at you?
Would you be a tree that makes me smile?
Would you be my tree?