I've already waved my hand to yesterday In order to become a little more of an adult. Hey, look at me. When I'm having fun, I'll run around. When I'm sad, I'll cry with all my might.
Well, after all, I'm not alone. You're together with me. I have your smile, and that's enough for me. I don't need any words. We're connected, No matter how far away we are from each other.
The sunflowers are swaying In a line on the path that I went home.
I can't waver anymore. I wonder if I've gotten a bit stronger. Hey, always stay by my side. We're playing in the same dream, And catching the same moments, aren't we?
That's right, it's OK, I'm here. I'll protect you, no matter what storm comes. We're always falling and getting covered in cuts. It's uncool, right? But isn't it fun?
I reach my hand to the sunflower In the evening by getting on tippy-toe.
Well, after all, I'm not alone. Everyone is here. I have their smiles, and that's enough for me. This feeling is kind of ticklish. It's kind of warm. "Friends" are a mysterious thing, aren't they?
These are the memories of the gentle wind That blooms, sparkling in the sky.
I've already waved my hand to yesterday In order to become a little more of an adult. Hey, look at me. When I'm having fun, I'll run around. When I'm sad, I'll cry with all my might.
Well, after all, I'm not alone. You're together with me. I have your smile, and that's enough for me. I don't need any words. We're connected, No matter how far away we are from each other.
The sunflowers are swaying In a line on the path that I went home.
I can't waver anymore. I wonder if I've gotten a bit stronger. Hey, always stay by my side. We're playing in the same dream, And catching the same moments, aren't we?
That's right, it's OK, I'm here. I'll protect you, no matter what storm comes. We're always falling and getting covered in cuts. It's uncool, right? But isn't it fun?
I reach my hand to the sunflower In the evening by getting on tippy-toe.
Well, after all, I'm not alone. Everyone is here. I have their smiles, and that's enough for me. This feeling is kind of ticklish. It's kind of warm. "Friends" are a mysterious thing, aren't they?
These are the memories of the gentle wind That blooms, sparkling in the sky.