The friendship of a poem

　　I will carry you gently,

　　As the wind blowing through your hair

　　Under the blue sky

　　All the clouds become more beautiful because of you

　　Can someone with you

　　Remember I left only memories

　　I will carry you gently,

　　As the wind blowing through your hair

　　Back to the country that the maple leaf blades

　　The thick red autumnal

　　If anyone was miss you

　　Falling down is myself

　　You go away, I'm coming,

　　Some fruit to mark,

　　That is the s innocence.

　　You fell asleep, but I always wake up,

　　Put pen to paper to write your full name,

　　That is our friendship.