Our roots from HATOMA islandA very small, small islandLike a birds nest floating in
In the morning the sun and I were talkingWhat a beautiful dayIts been a
The voice of the sky, I want to hearI want to closely hear the
Every smile that you seeYou sparked inside of meEver since youWalked into my roomIve
Wheres my loveThe one for meSomewhere too farNot close enoughFor me to seeWheres my
Golden seaHere comes crash a million memoriesWonderingWho were we?Would you want to see?Its fleetingJust
Turning pages of this old album“Thank you” drew out from meA murmur from withinAlways,