In a momentary sorrow, my heart heads toward you.
The two of us ride on the wind.
After school, in a world of fantastical dreams and fairy tales.
From morning to night, a motto whispered in my heart.
Days dye themselves into the familiar townscape.
Before long a feeling sprouted: the language of the sweet osmanthus.
I stumble, turn away.
We laugh together and hold hands.
We'll meet again, won't we? We wave a small hand.
A momentary dream, we head toward the sky.
Gently, gently, swaying in a fragile, evanescent way.
In a momentary sorrow, my heart heads toward you.
Gently, gently, now the two of us.
Riding on the wind.