The breeze heals the wings of my heart.
Under the cherry tree, I met you.
That tender moment warmed my heart.
Is it okay if I called you "my precious"?
The whispers of the wind bring a smile to my face.
I pray that these feelings will reach you someday.
Shaking a tiny bud, in the morning sun
I closed my eyes and made a wish softly.
The emotions I cannot voice pain me.
Is it okay if I showed you my true self?
If only I could sing with the wind, and fly together with it for always,
How nice it would be. The sky's beautiful.
The whispers of the wind bring a smile to my face.
I pray that these feelings will reach you someday.