I need to grow more, I'm still quite young on the inside.
Am I blessed or am I cursed? All this youth and nothing flew to the surface.
Under my skin, children's play and gardens rose endless sunshine, and white clouds of hope endured.
Right, I am an old temple with gray walls, but listen, listen, lend me your ears for a while, the music of delight played softly for the lucky listeners.
Darling, if you fall for me, I will invite you to embrace my open heart and feel the pulse of my secret happiness.