The gentle zephyr above my palm starts to dance in the sparkling light. With a brand-new smile, I was able to say "Good morning" even to strangers.
When I could no longer see you, I wept together with my rusted watch.
But it's fine. Tracing after the trail left by my tears, I will be able to find a door leading to my dream. I must not let myself be so frustrated.
The next time even when sadness visits, I will smile as though I'm about to meet an old friend. ...Without a doubt, that's my promise.
A shower of flower petals whisper softly to my hair and my shoulders. The number of farewells must be equal to the number of encounters, right? You're not at fault.
Even when my memories become overflowing, my vigor and spirit will not lose to them.
It's fine. In the cracks of my bosom, happiness is lurking. I will not lament.
Sadness might visit before I could notice, but I'll try to become good friends with it. ...After all, it's my promise.
It's fine. Tracing after the trail left by my tears, I will be able to find a door leading to my dream. I must not let myself be so frustrated.
Yes, I'll tenderly smile as though I'm meeting an old friend. ...Without a doubt, that's my promise.
Sadness might visit before I could notice, but I'll try to become good friends with it. ...After all, it's my promise.