A morning of fading darkness, as if it awoke from a dream... The wind is from the west... The flowers blooming in the trees send forth their fragrance
It was cold here and lonely until I knew your name.
My clothes are the color of birds I think of you The wind is silvery, secretly sending a song.
And then, downcast, a young man's eyes are always embracing pain.
Far away Riding on the wings of the wind Far away Experience takes me somewhere over yonder.
So I won't fall into restless sleep, I repeat your name.
An unending story. Only one was entrusted with the song. The spirits of the wind may have happened upon you.
A morning of fading darkness, as if it awoke from a dream... The wind is from the west... The flowers blooming in the trees send forth their fragrance.
A morning of fading darkness, as if it awoke from a dream... The wind is from the west... The flowers blooming in the trees send forth their fragrance
It was cold here and lonely until I knew your name.
My clothes are the color of birds I think of you The wind is silvery, secretly sending a song.
And then, downcast, a young man's eyes are always embracing pain.
Far away Riding on the wings of the wind Far away Experience takes me somewhere over yonder.
So I won't fall into restless sleep, I repeat your name.
An unending story. Only one was entrusted with the song. The spirits of the wind may have happened upon you.
A morning of fading darkness, as if it awoke from a dream... The wind is from the west... The flowers blooming in the trees send forth their fragrance.