I meet your eyes, for a long time
We haven't talked about love
By a night rain, I will speak it out
And in the rustle of leaves you speak

I will cry with a wedge of cranes
I love you
And will respond with a contrary wind
I love you

I have enough words, like spring has many flowers
Only those words fail to say
That of all the suns, which I used to love
Only the moon can compare with you

I will cry with a wedge of cranes
I love you
And will respond with a contrary wind
I love you

Let winds, rains and cries
Of the birds' flocks far away
Be our talking about love

And will respond with a contrary wind
I love you