Autumn is coming,

Pipes are calling.

The seeds of dandelion

Are sorry to bid farewell

They take leave of the native place

Set foot on the journey with a smiling face

They sing a song to thank their motherland

Fly with the wind to a place faraway

They are searching for a stretch of land

The land for them to grow up

Grow up to be a dandelion

Many dandelions to dress the birth land

My seed of mind, carries my dream to fly

It climbs over the mountain, goes across the ocean

It also searches for a place

The place to achieve my aim

A little seed can breed a towering tree

My seed of mind will also light a flower fire

Pours out the harvest all the way

Lives my dream in one day

My seed of mind,

Where will you be tonight?

Look up at the open sky

You can catch my gentle smile