I have a kite, it is called dream, the string in my hands is reality.
我有个风筝，它叫做梦想，在我手中的线很真实。
I have ever thought that you were a kite and that as long as I held the string tightly, no matter where you flew, you would still belong to me.
曾经以为你是风筝，我是手中握着那根线，无论你飞向何方，我最终是你的归属。
I have a new kite. Oh, it's beautiful!
我有一只新风筝！哦，它真漂亮！
