Sorry, my sweet
I let you worry, I let you feel a little danger
Sorry, my heart
The grey clouds are already changing into a yellow golden night
Sorry, my mind
You will make me pay more attention
Sorry, my flowers
December is beginning, do you feel like your home is full of new style
Sorry, my country
When someone is gone, the wheat in the paddy field has turned into golden rice grains
Sorry, my earth
Your gift has given me hope in life and glory in death
Sorry, my Floor
I make you cry like you’re exchanging ideas with me
Sorry, my nose
Your presence makes a miraculous and delicious experience
Sorry, my tree
I will go back to the end of time and space with you
