It's hard to do even easy things now

Lately the only thing I do is to worry

Half of that is because of my boyfriend

And the other half is work. It's so hard

The sun gave me a blue season

My wishes are like clouds

The sky is strewn with love

Whistle, whistle

Why don't I go on a trip?

Without telling anyone

Rolling around in a difficult ship

Sighing a lot as I roll

Take half to forget

And the other half for memories.

Going on a treasure hunt

New days that the sun brings

Slowly showing dreams

To the distant sky

We can fly free

Going after the sun means this

This heightened feeling

I was waiting for the love that I sung about that day

With a gentle voice