没有风的地方

Stars I've never witnessed any in the sky,

nor have I overheard a tune of the wild.

You trade freedom for freedom,

like Spring, the vendor of restless passion.

I am locked up in the city,

my boat overturned.

I see an unnamed monument,

and I see a pair of dark eyes.

We thus fall into sheer madness,

our hands tied up.

We thus gaze at each other.

We, we...

Let the wind blow on me.

Let the wind blow on me once again.

Let the wind blow on you.

Let your wind blow on me.

Let the wind blow on me.

Let the wind blow on me once again.

Let the wind blow on you.

Let your wind blow on me.