May I ask your name,the little waterside flower?No flavor you are, unlike lily, unlike rose,how could I memo you.Dear MisterI bloomed in the shining seasonsSpreading silently along the river of time.Unlike lilies' fragrance, unlike roses' charm.But in the corner of your sight, my bashfulness is hardly to ignore.The color unable to define is the proof of my existence.Thus, I live in your memory.Forget-me-not, forget me not, it's the name I am.＊開在水邊的小花，請問你叫什麼名字？沒有味道的你，不比百合，不比玫瑰，我該如何記憶你？親愛的先生，我蔓開在那春夏的燦爛，沿著時光的河岸靜靜伸展。沒有百合的撲鼻，不似玫瑰的嬌豔。但在你眼角的餘光裡，卻是難以忽視的靦腆。那無法正確道出的顏色，是我存在的證明。而因此，我就活在你的回憶裡。勿忘我，勿忘我，這是我的名。