I have a kite, it is called dream, the string in my hands is reality.
我有個風箏，它叫做夢想，在我手中的線很真實。
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.
曾經以為你是風箏，我是手中握著那根線，無論你飛向何方，我最終是你的歸屬。
I have a new kite. Oh, it's beautiful!
我有一只新風箏！哦，它真漂亮！