My brother, you're young and free like the streaming water,
To your waterside cliff flew a bird, that made a nest to your heart
and our sun rises, it slowly* falls to its land.
The four seasons bend into a circle again.
You forget yourselves on that wooden swing on the yard, embraced,
the first love is bright, but will it last like this?
When a banquet table changes to a one crumb of happiness,
the road goes unnoticed from a kiss to sadness.
So love still, like you didn't know about else,
keep on your arms so (s)he wouldn't fear.
Love still, my brother, my brother, my brother...