I like this transparent season. The wind is bringing in more heat.
It spins around thousands of times, radiates tens of thousands of times,
and in turn, light is born in the process.
Even beyond the sky, into which sunlight dissolves,
more crystal blue stretches endlessly.
My accelerating thoughts,
at their own will, now take off into the sky.
I can feel our innocent vow,
though I do not know the words.
Towards the flowing water's whereabouts,
let's send our heart flying.
I like this transparent season. The wind is bringing in more heat.
My scars completely vanished. A passionate symphony streams out from my heart.
It spins around thousands of times, radiates tens of thousands of times,
and in turn, light is born in the process.
I have, gripped tightly in my hand, my racing heartbeat
and a signpost that will guide me to a lively tomorrow.
Gradually I'm picking up something resounding in the air.
It's very similar to a singing voice.
The more closely I listen, the more nostalgic it sounds,
as though it has been waiting for me all along.
The gate, standing surrounded by the clearing blue, connects to hopes.
I hold not even the tiniest doubt. The reality reflected in my eyes is beautiful.
It radiates hundreds of millions of times, becomes more real each time,
and in turn, I can finally learn what light is.
At my unsullied wish, the things set in motion,
the irreplaceable future, and the power I believe in in this world
have all been enveloped by my shine.
I like this transparent season. The wind is bringing in more heat.
My scars completely vanished. A passionate symphony streams out from my heart.
It spins around thousands of times, radiates tens of thousands of times,
and in turn, light is born in the process.