When we packed only dreams, it was like a Hiace that couldn’t carry anything
From there began each of our unending, long dreams
Not afraid, with nothing to protect
The time when we just sang as we pleased
The us from those days are watching today from afar
Smiling at the faded memories
Being gently blown by a gentle breeze
A stage where we couldn’t even stop, pushed to the limit
We sang, clinging as if to grasp it, repeating our worries and fatigue
Becoming scared, with many things to protect
Days of hiding the overflowing pain
Even those tears from back then, they’re tears that were necessary
If we can grasp a future where we can say that, let’s move on to the next
Being gently blown by a gentle breeze
Gazing at the blue and spring that had melded together
How many albums have we gone through? I wonder
The us from those days are watching today from afar
Smiling at the faded memories
Even those tears from back then, they’re tears that were necessary
If we can grasp a future where we can say that, let’s move on to the next
Being gently blown by a gentle breeze