( English translation)
To the words that the wind has brought
the heart that moved
to tomorrow that clouds would carry
the voice which cheered by it
The mirror reflecting the swaying moon
My heart shivered
The soft tears
Elegant, isn’t it?
If we could walk holding hands with one another
I want to go
To your town, into your arms
The chest
my lean my body, and
Using the night
to hide my dreams
The wind stopped and the word is
a kind, imaginative thing
Clouds tear and tomorrow is
a far away voice
The mirror that the moon is smeared
Washed heart
stars swings and dropped
the tears that I can’t hide
Elegant, isn’t it?
If we could walk holding hands with one another
I want to go
to your town, to your arms
The chest
my body leans on
to the morning, meet
dreams to see