In the noisy city, the
familiar voice comes, the
warm voice of happiness, the clear
voice comes, the
young generation of the city of fog, the
pulse of the earth is in their hands, they
have nothing to do with grief, love and loyalty are their message, we are the lovers of tomorrow, we broke the
heart of sorrow, we broke in this tired homesickness
, in the land of ice, our sun is not dead, the sun has brought
us the golden body,
love has brought us love,
in a city where love and loyalty have
been lost, and there is an imaginary
grudge in its place. And sadness
is the song of love, it is the voice of love, it
is hollow,
loyalty is no longer colorful,
the spring is heartbroken, it
does not miss except the sunset,
we have broken the lovers of tomorrow, we have broken in the heart of sorrow, we
have broken behind sorrow, we have broken in
this tired homesickness, in the land of ice, our sun is not dead, the sun has brought
us love, the golden body has brought us love, we have broken
the
lovers of tomorrow, in the heart of sorrow,
behind sorrow, we broke in this tired homesickness, in this tired homesickness,
in a city where love and loyalty have
been lost and imaginary in
its place, resentment and Sadness
is the song of love, love is
hollow,
loyalty is no longer colorful
, spring is heartbroken,
there is no nostalgia except for the sunset, we are lovers of
tomorrow, we have broken in our hearts, we
have broken behind sorrow, we have broken in this tired homesickness,
in the land of ice, our sun is not dead, the sun has brought
us love,
love has brought us
love, it has brought us love.
