(Ripples in the moonlight is singing in my mind) Like to read the lips in the street There are so many beautiful scenes In chapter three, her heart is filled with joy And shed tears on her lovely cheek Why do we get used to being complete strangers after the story? Some crimson petals in full blossom softly kiss the earth The story sometimes is just like a sweet dream and sometimes in misery I'm wondering Would the stories differ from before if the end of the world comes tomorrow? (The glaring sunrise is Chanting in my mind) One slumber invites another And the whole world starts to become blur At the same time, the shiny star-studded sky beckons at the night The story sometimes is just like a sweet dream and sometimes in misery I'm wondering Would the stories differ from before if the end of the world comes tomorrow? (Ripples in the moonlight is singing in my mind) (The glaring sunrise is Chanting in my mind)