The leading edge of the never-ending forest is clothed in the tempest wind.
Ah, if I could have been imprisoned in an eternal dream by the fog enshrouding my heart...
If this wind came and took away Everyone's bewilderment and straying hearts... As much as my trembling heart can be supported, if I could have become that wind, gravely dancing...
Like a bird faltering because of a wound, resting its wings against bare stone,
ah, that which makes your eyes cloud over-- I will lock it up for you in an eternal dream.
If everyone's suffering and cold hearts could have been stolen away by this wind... As much as my frozen heart warms, if I could have become that wind, feverishly dancing...
The leading edge of the never-ending forest is clothed in the tempest wind.
Ah, if I could have been imprisoned in an eternal dream by the fog enshrouding my heart...
If this wind came and took away Everyone's bewilderment and straying hearts... As much as my trembling heart can be supported, if I could have become that wind, gravely dancing...
Like a bird faltering because of a wound, resting its wings against bare stone,
ah, that which makes your eyes cloud over-- I will lock it up for you in an eternal dream.
If everyone's suffering and cold hearts could have been stolen away by this wind... As much as my frozen heart warms, if I could have become that wind, feverishly dancing...