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

夢だけ詰め込んだら　何も乗らないような　ハイエース
そこから始まった　それぞれの　終わらない　長い夢

怖くなくて　守るものなんかなくて
思うままに　ただ歌った頃

あの頃の僕らが　遠くから　今日を見てる
色褪せた数だけ　思い出も　微笑んでる
優しい　微風に　吹かれて

立ち止まることさえもできない　追い込まれた　ステージ
悩んで疲れてを　繰り返し　すがるように歌ってた

怖くなって　守るものが多くて
溢れ出した　痛み　隠す日々

あの頃の涙も　必要な　涙だねって
言い合える未来を　掴んだら　次へ向かおう
優しい　微風に　吹かれて

溶け合ってた　青と春を　眺めて
何冊目のアルバムだろう？　なんて

あの頃の僕らが　遠くから　今日を見てる
色褪せた数だけ　思い出も　微笑んでる

あの頃の涙も　必要な　涙だねって
言い合える未来を　掴んだら　次へ向かおう

優しい　微風に　吹かれて