I imitate your handwriting/Learn the way you speak/Spring is gone/Autumn is coming/I am slowly becoming more sensible one at a time

The wind blows your black hair white/It was you who taught me Sentences from the past/Spring is gone/Autumn is coming/Fruits borne again and again

I am no longer a child for you to worry about/About your love/You never explain

I am no longer a child for you to worry about/in your eyes/the moisture of happiness wells up

I imitate your writing/learn the way you speak/spring is gone/autumn is coming/slowly one at a time Slow and sensible

The wind blows your hair white/It is a sentence you taught/Spring is gone/Autumn is coming/The fruits are borne again and again

I will no longer let you The child you worry about/about your love/you never explain

I am no longer the child you worry about/in your eyes/the moisture of happiness wells up

I am no longer I am the child who worries you/about your love/you never explain

I am no longer the child who worries you/in your eyes/the moisture of happiness wells up

The teacher told me that I sang it to the teacher when I graduated from sixth grade. The teacher told me that it was perfect