It was a story I couldn’t see
So would you tell me that story?
Don’t make a sad face
I won’t try to smile either

The hand that wipes away the tears
Though it looks so pitiful
I hesitate, wondering if those feelings came too easily
And I hate myself for it

The wind is blowing
Comforting my sad heart
Time is passing again
Some day, at the end
There will be a bright smile

It felt like time had stopped
But it was flowing toward you
Because there were times I felt anxious
I’m sure you felt the same way

The wind is blowing
Comforting my sad heart
Time is passing again
Some day, at the end
There will be a bright smile

Because my comfort
Isn’t that simple
I finally gave it now
Hold my hand

I can see
A faint light far away
Though it coldly disappears
At the end of a tiring day
Into a bright dream