i hold out the palm of my hand to the wavering sky
the snow falls like teardrops
i close my eyes and wish i could fly one day
together with the person most important to me
dreams and loss --
i've come to learn them like everything else
as the wind blows from the sea, i slowly glance back
chasing down the long road along the breakwaters
a gentle aura emanates from my fluttering hair
by piecing together the fragments of my heart, new days shall form
la la la... la la la...
the sound of the waves awaken me, dispelling my yearnings afar
leaving behind traces of fleeting memories
to add up the layers, to feel one another
with a resolute look in my eyes, i turn to face them
as the wind blows from the sea, i slowly look up
on the road home along the breakwaters
when the sun sets over the town and shines upon my loosely fluttering hair
by keeping my head up as i stride, new days shall form
la la la... la la la...