A nostalgic sound of the wind
flies me up even higher.
An overflowing singing voice
melts into the sky deeply, deeply.

He's calling out, the me from my dreams.
Climbing a hill to stretch out our shadows.

A reed pipe crying out in the southern wind,
races through the moonlit night sky with you barefooted, lululu...
Wanting to return to someplace,
wanting to return together.

Like lost children, the flurry of a thousand lives,
see, they rain down on my dried cheeks.
Crowds of people singing songs of happiness,
no matter what they will always keep going.

Flower petals scattering and dancing in the wind,
cry as they're carried off by the summer storm with you, lululu...
Wanting to return to someplace,
wanting to return there once more.

Lalalala...