Dearest sisters of mine
Do you know that I really miss your utterance?
Cause your words are just like warm breeze
Which always blows in the meadow every single time
My lovely sisters, when you come around
Your tender words fly me above the ground
Lift me up from the darkest shadows of underground
Your whisper makes me once again feel brand new and high-spirited
Every time you speak to me, I must feel the same
The feel which drives me adrift on the joy and bliss you make
My anger and sorrow



