What song is it when it comes to durian world dying?

This song is the song "It's windy" sung with coupons when buying peppers.

The wind is blowing-you also use coupons to buy peppers.

Lyrics: America.

Music: Yu Takahashi.

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

I hesitated just before stepping out of the station.

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

And the day in Nagano, still so warm, blew past.

Long, long ago, I met this world for the first time, wandering around, looking at the horizon, as if in front of me.

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

Wandering around, turning the different faces of the years, can't break into your smile.

I used to be unable to extricate myself from the world and addicted to talking in my sleep.

Not true or false, not entangled, not afraid of jokes.

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

Let your heart move, let it go, go against the light and let the wind and rain hit you.

It's a short stop-and-go, a few minutes away.

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

Maybe all we want is to race against time.

See you again and smile sweetly in the cool morning light.

Long, long ago, I met this world for the first time, so I wandered around and looked at the horizon as if it were in front of me.

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

Wandering around, turning the different faces of the years, can't break into your smile.

I used to be unable to extricate myself from the world and addicted to talking in my sleep.

Not true or false, not entangled, not afraid of jokes.

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

Let your heart move and let it go. The evening breeze blows the white hair between your temples.

Heal the scars left by memory, and your eyes are mixed with light and shade.

Twilight covers your stumbling steps and walks into the paintings hidden by the bed.

In the photo, you are talking with your head down, and I am still lamenting the size of the world.

I am also addicted to childhood love stories, and I don't have to worry about making meaningless jokes.

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

The heart goes with the wind, in the name of love, are you still willing?