Build your dream garden and say goodbye to the city's hustle and the busy workday

If our hearts are a garden, then which day of life is not the most beautiful flower season

While we are still young, our bodies still strong,

Our dreams not yet lost, and there is still enough time,

Let us go together to some small rural town,

Build a house, a garden.

Keep a cat, a dog, and a flock of chickens and ducks,

From then on, pay no heed to the world's noise, and tend only to the countryside.

In the garden, plant all kinds of flowers and grasses,

Sow and water, loosen the soil and fertilize, transplant and take cuttings.

Then, let them grow wildly in the garden as they please.

In the garden, build a little boudoir,

Let you sleep among the flowers and do your makeup facing them.

Let the cat laze in the garden, keeping us company as we zone out and bask in the sun.

Then with our own hands make a swing,

At dawn and dusk, let you sway with the wind.

It won't take many years,

We will, one plant at a time, one clump at a time,

Slowly build a beautiful large garden.

Let the children run happily in the garden and grow up free.

Listen to music, read a book,

Watch the setting sun on the mottled doors, windows and walls,

Casting beautiful shadows,

Then watch the moon slowly rise,

Giving us one lovely night after another.

In the garden, little birds will come to make their home,

Share the beauty of our garden,

Grant us vibrant life,

Let us feel the power of life.

Let roses climb along the walls and trellises,

Growing freely, blooming freely.

You can ride a bike at any time,

Go to the small town and the fields, and feel all the beauty.

You can take the pretty wildflowers and wild grasses of the countryside,

Bring them back and plant them in the garden.

Slowly, many friends will come here,

And then one day, we will let fresh flowers bloom all over the small town.

Life should be this simple and beautiful.

So let us, in this wonderful imagining,

Strive to build our own dream garden.

With the one we love, step by step,

Walk into a blaze of flowers, as dark hair turns white.

If our hearts overflow with the spring breeze

Then which moment of life is not the best spring?

In the driest season, long for the most beautiful garden