I'm going to sing this song again, I want people to know me. I want this dragon chair, it holds a high place in my heart. The posture you once admired, from being together to understanding each other. Then pick up the pen and write a famous poem, calling me a respected teacher. Comparing this landscape with beauty, how could this monster be better than the dragon hunter? Listening to my short perfect voice, my pattern is changing, and I will see the blue dragon appear again