I have a kite, it is called dream, the string in my hands is reality.

　　我有個(gè)風(fēng)箏，它叫做夢(mèng)想，在我手中的線(xiàn)很真實(shí)。

　　I have ever thought that you were a kite and that as long as I held the string tightly, no matter where you flew, you would still belong to me.

　　曾經(jīng)以為你是風(fēng)箏，我是手中握著那根線(xiàn)，無(wú)論你飛向何方，我最終是你的歸屬。

　　I have a new kite. Oh, it's beautiful!

　　我有一只新風(fēng)箏！哦，它真漂亮！