The rose garden is by the mountain, the birds are singing The spring wind is blowing, the spring rain is so thick If you are a flower by the mountain, not with the wind Then the wild goose is not in the Romantic World, I am not in the valley The sheep are in the water, the bees are swimming The sheep are in the sky, the bees are flying I am your maid, I am your maid The rose garden is by the mountain, the birds are singing The spring wind is blowing, the spring rain is so thick If you are a flower by the mountain, not with the wind Then the wild goose is not in the Romantic World, I am not in the valley The sheep are in the sky, the bees are swimming The spring wind is blowing, the spring rain is so thick If you are a flower by the mountain, not with the wind Then the wild goose is not in the Romantic World, I am not in the valley Then the wild goose is not in the Romantic World, I am not in the valley If you are a flower by the mountain, not with the wind Then the wild goose is not in the Romantic World, I am not in the valley