Turning the snow-white page
Scenery jumps out and bursts into color
Like a kaleidoscope
But now I realize the story still
Had a clumsy beginning
So I take another deep breath
The traveling wind
Wraps itself around me and pushes me forward
Ah, I grasp hold of your gentle, warm hand
So as to reach deep inside your heart
If you were to smile at me
And squeeze my hand back
I would be able to look only ahead
Suddenly I became aware
Of this whirlpool of emotions
And was so embarrassed I wanted to hide them
The traveling wind
Moves forward, saying it cannot wait for me
Ah, like a revolving lantern, my memories
Endless yet innocent, sparkle desperately before me
Even my cowardice and weakness will become a refreshing breeze
So I will be able to
I grasp hold of your hand, warmer and more gentle than anyone else's
So as to reach deep inside your heart
If you were to smile at me
And squeeze my hand back
Then I could pull your hand forward with me