The gentle breeze blows back just a little bit
Look! The season moves while I dream
I am a rascal when I want to be, but I can stop
Even if I end up crying, I still win
But, someday, it will come easily
*I'm used to believing in important things
A more beautiful morning will come
Everything began inside the light
Take control with new courage
When I close my eyes at the end of today
Joy will have taken over here and there, remembering what I saw
Girls always feel this way
It is different from yesterday, though
The stars are definitely watching over me
I let myself fly swiftly, held up by wings
A more beautiful morning will come
I prepare my best smile
As I await the new situations
*Repeat