I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

我仿佛记得当我第一次双手满捧着这些茉莉花， 这洁白的茉莉花的时候。

Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

百合与茉莉在光波的浪花上翻涌.

Yet my memory is still sweet with the first jasmines that I held in my hand when I was a child.

然而，我的记忆仍然因为那第一束白色茉莉而芬芳，那时我还是一个孩子，我将它紧紧捧在手心。

Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hands when I was a child.

但如今那芳甜的记忆依然在我心： 孩提时我初次捧在手中那朵茉莉花。

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

蝴蝶在光明海上展开翅帆。百合与茉莉在光波的浪花上翻涌。