• We fly in Heaven, two birds with the wings of one.
    And to grow together on Earth, two branches of one tree.
    Together with our children, two in our peaceful nest.
    Help them grow with wisdom, two perfect blossoms of our creation.
    As Sun and Moon rise and set on the horizon, two learn to spread their wings to fly to Heaven.
    We bid them farewell, two leaves whisked away by the wind.
    Await their return, two fly back from the south to visit after the snows recede.