When the flowers are woven by the starlight, And the poems are made from the moonlight, They are gently fluttering in the sky, At the island of the dream.
Where the seasons do not change, And the time ceases to flow, I will not give up searching for, The eternal island of the dream.
Because of your existence and encouragement, They are like the blazing fire, Inspiring me to never forget, Those deep dreams that protect the heart.
Because of your existence and smile, They are like the brilliant everlasting stars, Guiding me to never give up, Looking for the island of the dream.
When flowers are created by the wishes, And poems are sparkled from the ingenious hands, They are quietly flourishing, At the island of the dream.
Because of your existence and encouragement, They are like the blazing fire, Inspiring me to never forget, Those deep dreams that protect the heart.
Because of your existence and smile, They are like the brilliant everlasting stars, Guiding me to never give up, Looking for the island of the dream.