Born into this light-filled world,
seeing its very first light,
that blue life, with force,
cried out: "Right now I am living."
"I won't forget. I will not forget."
It fills its bosom with joy,
in the days where sorrow sways
to the flow of time.
Although at times people will lament
at the foolish loss of their memory,
they still reminisce, they still love,
so that they can live in true tenderness.
In our heart, there will always be
something precious, definite, and shiny.
Even if we are still wandering,
I want to love my limited days.
Because I have met you,
I can become stronger.
Loneliness grows stronger
with the passage of time.
I loved, like everyone else,
when I decided to live my life.
Having a strong and true heart
is to have a place where you can immediately return.
I have come here, and I want to keep living
so that I can convey later my happiness.
If ahead of the light of my hope to live
is a continuation of my dream,
then I will look up into the sky
and feel with my palm the overwhelming gratitude.
Forever and ever, no matter when,
we are never alone.
In our heart, there will always be
something precious, definite, and shiny.
Even if we are still wandering,
I want to love my limited days,
as long as I have
you, tenderness, and light.