All sentient beings
All sentient beings
It's no different
It's all in a hurry
Wind for a ride
Rain for a ride
Get a few
Lose a few weights
At the flick of a finger
The grass and trees enter the winter
Scattered all over the place red
There is only the soul that pursues truth, goodness and beauty
You can take advantage of love to soar
Fly close to eternity
Transform into a star that does not fall into the Milky Way