I pity the rainbow as it is not as colorful as you, br I scold the grass as it is not as soft as you, br I curse the clouds that is not as generous as you, br I shoot the sun as it is not as warm as you, br I pinch the moon as it plays hide and seek, br I twist the ears of running water, br For it hides the curves of you, br I warn the water falls not to jump on you, br I collect all those drops of water, br To tie together to garland you.