Some night, I recall about you. Soul flies high, (it) remains in my heart. Now I think about what I could have done. In this middle of night, you come around. My mind is soaked into this jet black sky. Your little mind flows like cutting away these clouds. My mind is soaked into this jet black sky. Your little mind flows like cutting away these clouds. Some night, I recall about you. Soul flies high, (it) remains in my heart. Now I think about what I could have done. In this middle of night, you come around.