When the cold north wind blows, my heart becomes a sailing ship.
My heart, which is driven by the cold north wind, will someday reach the warm south island.
When sad rain falls, my heart becomes a bud.
If I can think of it as a blessing, my heart will blossom beautifully one day.
When I fall in love, my heart will become a piece of thermal paper.
My fluttering heart will always capture the smile of my beloved.
I am glad that my heart is invisible.
I am glad that my heart does not have a form.
My heart can be something at any moment, just as I am.