Never-withering Flowers from Paradise
I pick the gem flowers from the heavens,
and write a music of memory for you.
Let you suddenly wake up and see the long-lost hometown again
let you ride the melody of light
to fly into the ninety-nine skies.
Where the palaces and towers are all you have,
where the gardens are as huge as the universe
and the time will never elapse,
blooming like the never-withering flowers from paradise.