Green everywhere,

At the sight of verdant bliss

Oh, my heart yearns

For the fancy of forgotten memories.

The breeze beckons

And the hills call out

The sight of verdant bliss

Makes my heart yearn so.

The fancies of modern life

Forgotten, yet real

Pave the way

For the bliss of the moments to come.

While the necessary evils,

And the unburdened desires

They make themselves felt

As if they never left.