Whose fragile heart is painted to look like the boundless plains and towering mountains Whose fingernails are coated by dreams with a thick polish of shyness The moon is like water, the flowers like fire, reflecting a plane of sereneness Who wasn't lost and wandering during their youthful period You often dream of how you used to be That ignorant girl, stubborn and full of energy The road to heaven is tedious The searing marks of love and hate, unable to be faded Let us pocket the heartbreaks, let our palms grasp the moments That youthful dare to take on the sky, thousands of years of emotional entanglements The spring breeze and cool mist by the green lake, caressing shy girlish features That youthful dare to shoulder the sky, thousands of scrolls of old wishes The innocent persistence for flowers to bloom and moon to be full All amidst a beautiful but empty world