It's hard to do even easy things now.
Lately the only thing I do is to worry.
Half of that is because of my boyfriend.
And the other half is work. It's so hard.

The sun gave me a blue season.
My wishes are like clouds.
The sky is strewn with love.
Whistle, whistle.

Why don't I go on a trip?
Without telling anyone.

Rolling around in a difficult ship.
Sighing a lot as I roll.
Take half to forget.
And the other half for memories. Going on a treasure hunt.

New days that the sun brings.
Slowly showing dreams.
To the distant sky.
We can fly free.

Going after the sun means this.
This heightened feeling.
I was waiting for the love that I sung about that day.
With a gentle voice.