Your dazzlingly beautiful face 
                                            Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates 
                                            What I would see in dreams, and I am moved 
                                            Simply gazing
                                             
                                             Standing still, you are alone 
                                            Your water-colored sleeves are painted softly 
                                            So many green trees, where is this place? 
                                            I've lost sight of it
                                             
                                             Someday, this present moment 
                                            Will become a memory 
                                            I will never want to forget 
                                            Yes, even through the flow of time
                                             
                                             Your cheeks are a little red 
                                            Looking shy with upturned eyes 
                                            Constantly I flip through each page 
                                            Upon the white canvas is 
                                            Your traced face 
                                            My thoughts are driven, this time 
                                            Simply, simply...
                                             
                                             So your title is "Miss I" 
                                            By no means unmet, oh Miss I 
                                            Your golden hair attractively 
                                            Falls upon your shoulders
                                             
                                             What colors can 
                                            Form the many layers so pleasantly 
                                            Following the emotions 
                                            Yes, even using the paint this way?
                                             
                                             Your silhouette is just like ceramic 
                                            And is also quite famous 
                                            Constantly I flip through each page 
                                            Obsessed with painting 
                                            Your traced face 
                                            I cannot do so skillfully, but 
                                            Simply, simply...
                                             
                                             Your dazzlingly beautiful face 
                                            Walking past this space, the wind suddenly illuminates 
                                            What I would see in dreams, and I am moved 
                                            Simply gazing