Going against the coiling wind, I'm searching for a lost season
Vivid memories stir, though only a little, in the direction that I'm heading toward
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?

You always seem to be running through my body, and overflowing
So I won't be scared tomorrow either
Because I always feel you in me.

My heart is moistened by your name, which flowed to my dry throat
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?

If I could fly through the sky, like those far away birds
I'd always tell you that I love you
Because I always feel you in me.
You taught me how to love.
I feel. I can do anything.

I want to unfold the world that I paint in my dreams, before your eyes
So I won't be scared tomorrow either