Oh, to what place does the sea stretch?
It stretches on, to that country.
Between the waves, a small boat
is being swayed adrift.
Beyond the sea is an unknown country.
The boat disappeared into the white waves.
Oh, what can be seen at the end of the sea?
I can see the smiling cheeks of the lovely you.
Oh, to what place do the mountains stretch?
They stretch on, to that country.
Spring is light peach, summer ultramarine,
and autumn bright red.
Mountains are beautiful in the white winter.
Seasons alternate around and around.
Oh, would the mountains please stay put,
so that they can stay visible to you?
Oh, the vast sky stretches everywhere.
It stretches on, to that country.
Shall we softly and lightly cross
that silvery bridge in the sky?
The color of the faint cerulean sky
is the same as the color of your lovely eyes.
Oh, would the sky please clear completely,
so that the you can stay lovely and not have to cry?
This song of mine travels far and wide.
Resound all the way to that country.
Even now, I still feel nostalgic thinking about
the day when I met the lovely you.
Can you hear my song
as it traverses the sea and crosses over the mountains?
The stars in the sky are singing my song.
Carrying my thoughts, they sparkle.
This song of mine travels far and wide.
Resound all the way to that country.