There is a cluster of flowers that grow against the scorching sun in my heart, which is more fragrant than all fine wines. The hot fragrance has flooded the chest of the scarecrow. The spirit of the grass will live forever.
In my heart there is a cluster of flowers facing the hot sun, more than all wine to be fragrant and scalding fragrance drowned over the straw man's chest grass-tie spirit from then on life without borders
In my heart, there is a cluster of flowers born in the hot sun, which is more fragrant than all kinds of wine. The hot fragrance has flooded the Scarecrow's chest, and the spirit of straw will live forever<br>