If I don't have my words,
Like the wind, I will wonder
If we can continue singing.
Certainly nobody will be told about this.
I hope to be able
To love people.

From the first time my fingers touched you,
My life began to bud.
Both the sky and the earth are near me.
I could think that I am living here,
In the world.

I don’t have a single knife.
In the time I don't know about, someone's heart
Might become wounded.
That might soon be
The overflowing red tears from my eyes.

Even in your heart that I knew so well,
The children of this flame of solitude will scatter.
Just what is it that they want to burn?
Even if I wish to keep living for now,
In the world.

For example, if the world ends,
even if the starlight disappears,
That sparkling in your eyes
Will tell me of your unending journey.

From the first time my fingers touched you,
My life began to bud.
Both the sky and the earth are near me.
I can think that I will keep living here,
In the world.