One day early in the morning, after taking off the blanket of the night
From the top of the mountain, the sun started rising
In the atmosphere of the heart, there was this season of love
And in these branches of memories
Countless moments are blossoming like flower buds
Unsaid unheard of desires, half asleep, half awake
Are gazing, rubbing their eyes together
Like the incoming of the waves
This flowing life, which is new every moment but still the same
Yes, the same life in whose core
There is some love, there is some story
There is coming near, there is going far
And there is this feeling, the time is flowing like a waterfall
It's going on saying this
In the atmosphere of the heart, there was this season of love
And in these branches of memories
Countless moments are blossoming like flower buds