流れる季節の真ん中で
[nagareru kisetsu no mannaka de]
ふと日の長さを感じます
[futo hi no nagasa wo kanjimasu]
せわしく過ぎる日々の中に
[sewashiku sugiru hibi no naka ni]
私とあなたで夢を描く
[watashi to anata de yume wo egaku]
３月の風に 想いをのせて
[3(san) gatsu no kaze ni omoi wo nosete]
桜のつぼみは春へと続きます
[sakura no tsubomi ha haru e to tsudzukimasu]
溢れ出す 光の粒が
[afuredasu hikari no tsubu ga]
少しずつ朝を暖めます
[sukoshi zutsu asa wo atatamemasu]
大きなあくびをした後に
[ookina akubi wo shita ato ni]
少し照れてる あなたの横で
[sukoshi tereteru anata no yoko de]
新たな世界の 入り口に立ち
[arata na sekai no iriguchi ni tachi]
気づいたことは 一人じゃないってこと
[kidzuita koto ha hitori janai tte koto]
#瞳を閉じれば あなたが
[hitomi wo tojireba anata ga]
まぶたのうらにいることで
[mabuta no ura ni iru koto de]
どれほど強くなれたでしょう
[dore hodo tsuyoku nareta deshou]
あなたにとって私も そうでありたい
[anata ni totte watashi mo sou de aritai]
砂ぼこり運ぶつむじ風
[suna bokori hakobu tsumuji kaze]
洗濯物に絡まりますが
[sentaku mono ni karamari masu ga]
昼前の空の白い月は
[hiru mae no sora no shiroi tsuki ha]
なんだかきれいで 見とれました
[nandaka kirei de mitoremashita]
上手くはいかぬこともあるけれど
[umaku ha ikanu koto mo aru keredo]
天を仰げば それさえ小さくて
[ten wo aogeba sore sae chiisakute]
青い空は凛と澄んで
[aoi sora wo rinto sunde]
羊雲は静かに揺れる
[hitsuji kumo ha shizuka ni yureru]
花咲くを持つ喜びを
[hana saku wo matsu yorokobi wo]
分かち合えるのであれば それは幸せ
[wakachi aeru no de areba sore ha shiawase]
この先も隣でずっと微笑んで 〜〜
[kono saki mo tonari de zutto hohoende]
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Translation ::
In the middle of flowing seasons,
I suddenly feel the length of the days,
during the days when it is too busy,
you and I sketch out our future.
Placing their love on March's wind,
the sakura buds continue on through spring.
Rays of an overflowing light,
little by little, warm up the morning.
After giving a large yawn,
I'm a little shy being by your side.
Standing at a new world's entrance,
I now notice that I'm not alone.
If I close my eyes, you are there.
Under my eyelids you live.
How strong it could become.
As for you and me, I want to be together.
The dust carried by a whirlwind,
entwines with the laundry to be done,
just before noon the white moon in the sky,
I was somehow fascinated by how pretty it was.
Although there are things that don't go well,
if I look up at the sky,
even they seem small.
The blue sky is sharply clear,
the sheeplike clouds quietly sway.
The joy of waiting for flowers to bloom,
if it's sharing that with you, that is happiness.
In the future as well gently smile next to me.
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