• Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
    The calm blue sky is the first thing I can see.
    The blue sky that can foresaw everything,
    Including what tomorrow can bring.

    Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
    The cold air is blowing, I can feel it's breath.
    Air is empty as it may seem and look,
    But, feel it, it is meaningful as an old book.

    Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
    Birds are singing in the melody where I fit.
    Every single notes and sound are new,
    Like mortals, when I look at their point of view.

    Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
    The grass and dandelions seems to be our feet.
    The grass dances to the sound of the air,
    While the dandelions are scattered everywhere.

    Under the tree, where I can rest and sit,
    I can smell the scent of our life, so sweet,
    Yet, I can hear the symphony is bittersweet,
    But the looks are indeed a bunch of colorful wreath.