It's a kind of trouble ...
Seed of trouble put out buds
Break the hard shell in the dark soil
Spring rain and the warmth of the spring sun
Sprout out in front of me
And do not be defeated by various difficulties
Take out your pretty cute bud
The power of the life we are going to live that we have accumulated so far
Use buds to stretch out towards the sun
I wait
Like that small seed bursts to bud
With prayer I have buried you
I wait
From that figure to becoming a beautiful flower
I want to see that figure waiting
