I traced with my tired head the trail of my dream.
The ideal that I have realized is right here.
Although sometimes I feel constrained and helpless,
is this feeling actually a luxury...?
I know very well that I can try my best again tomorrow like always.
I'm send my thoughts flying towards the dazzling season.
The number of perpetual things may be very small,
but still, shrouded in the same light,
even though I'm still unskilled,
I'm hugging my boundless dream tightly.
When I stay quiet, time also quietly flows on,
as though to give me some peace that I don't seem to get enough of.
There is a new ray of light waiting in my heart's crevice;
what color might it be?
I will slowly take it in. My own scenery has already started changing.
The feeling of tenderness from my friends and family is softly emitting
a sweet scent into my changing present; this has never happened before,
I will learn a lesson every time when I stumble.
Yes, I must grip the dream in my palm tightly
so that I wouldn't accidentally spill it.
I'm send my thoughts flying towards the dazzling season.
The number of perpetual things may be very small,
but still, shrouded in the same light,
even though I'm still unskilled,
I'm hugging my boundless dream tightly.