The gentle breeze blows back just a little bit Look! The season moves while I dream I am a rascal when I want to be, but I can stop Even if I end up crying, I still win But, someday, it will come easily
*I'm used to believing in important things A more beautiful morning will come Everything began inside the light Take control with new courage
When I close my eyes at the end of today Joy will have taken over here and there, remembering what I saw Girls always feel this way It is different from yesterday, though
The stars are definitely watching over me I let myself fly swiftly, held up by wings A more beautiful morning will come I prepare my best smile As I await the new situations