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