A morning of fading darkness,
as if it awoke from a dream...
The wind is from the west...
The flowers blooming in the trees send forth their fragrance
It was cold here
and lonely
until I knew
your name.
My clothes are the color of birds
I think of you
The wind is silvery,
secretly sending a song.
And then, downcast,
a young man's eyes
are always embracing
pain.
Far away
Riding on the wings of the wind
Far away
Experience takes me somewhere over yonder.
So I won't fall
into restless sleep,
I repeat
your name.
An unending story.
Only one
was entrusted with the song.
The spirits of the wind
may have happened upon you.
A morning of fading darkness,
as if it awoke from a dream...
The wind is from the west...
The flowers blooming in the trees send forth their fragrance.