What is music, who knows?
It always makes a wonderful memory in your mind.
Do you hear that? It is—
Not the rose, but the scent1 of the rose.
Not the star, but the gleam2 of the star.
Not the sky, but the light of the sky.
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea.
Not the mountain, but the towering3 of the mountain.
Not you, not him, not me But what makes me
See the gentle snowfall in the colors of spring and
Smell the sudden shower4 in the radiance 5 of summer.
It is——
A sand, in which we can see a world.
A flower, in which we can dream a heaven.
Do always listen to the music,
You'll see a land full of beauty.