How to understand the lyrics of "It's windy"?

The lyrics of "It's windy" are as follows:

Stop-and-go along the way, pursuing the traces of juvenile wandering.

Before I stepped out of the station, I hesitated.

This feeling of being close at hand makes me laugh, which is inevitable.

And the weather in Nagano is still so warm.

The wind blew past, and I met this world for the first time.

Wandering around, looking at the horizon seems to be just around the corner.

I am willing to go through fire and water again, and now I have passed this world.

Wandering around, turning over the different faces of the years

I was caught off guard and broke into your smile. I was once unable to get out of this world.

I still indulge in talking in my sleep, regardless of truth or falsehood.

No struggle, no fear of jokes.

I turned my youth into her, and I also played the summer at my fingertips.

Move your heart and let go.

Go against the light and let the wind and rain hit you.

A short stop-and-go, but also a little distance.

I don't know if it's a story or a mood.

Maybe what you are looking forward to is a race against time.

Goodbye in the cool morning light.

Smile sweetly and meet the world for the first time.

Wandering around, looking at the horizon seems to be just around the corner.

I am willing to go through fire and water again, and now I have passed this world.

Wandering around, turning over the different faces of the years

I was caught off guard and broke into your smile. I was once unable to get out of this world.

I still indulge in talking in my sleep, regardless of truth or falsehood.

No struggle, no fear of jokes.

I turned my youth into her, and I also played the summer at my fingertips.

Move your heart and let go.

The evening breeze blows up the white hair between your temples and soothes the scars left by memories.

In your eyes, light and shade are mixed.

Smiles and flowers will bloom, and twilight will cover your faltering steps.

When you talk with your head down, you still lament the size of the world.

I am also addicted to childhood love stories, and there is no truth.

No struggle, no jokes.

I finally returned my youth to her, along with the summer when my fingertips bounced.

When the heart moves, it goes with the wind.

In the name of love, are you still willing?