Shangri-La - Angela
We wanted to grab the highest apple
Even if we had to stand on our precious things to reach it
Suppressing happy days makes me feel unstable
Although I'm wounded, I want to fly away
It's all right if it's foolish, the traces of the dream I look out over
Goodbye, days of my youth
The shining sky was dressed in innocence
But it knew everything...
We aimed for Shangri-La without suppressing our desire,
Covered in daydreams, we kept searching for "freedom"
I'll surely leave the distance behind, knowing my own largeness
With my inexperienced heart not understanding even that
Now I can say it: this is paradise
Goodbye, days of my youth