The Japanese version of the lyrics is wind.

Stop and walk all the way.

Follow the footsteps of teenagers drifting

The moment before walking out of the station

There is some hesitation.

This feeling of being close at hand made me laugh.

Still inevitable

The day in Nagano

Still so warm

The wind blew up the past

Long, long ago, I first met this world.

Wander around

Looking at the horizon seems to be right in front of you.

I'm willing to go through fire and water again.

Walking in this world

Wander around

Turn over the different faces of the years

Caught off guard, broke into your smile.

I have never been able to get out of this world.

I'm addicted to talking in my sleep, too

It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, tangled and afraid of jokes.

I once turned my youth into her.

I was once in the middle of summer.

Let go if you are moved.

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

Stop-and-go short circuit

It is also a few minutes away.

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

Maybe all you expect is to race against time.

See you again.

Chen Guangli, Wei Liang

Smile very sweetly.

Long, long ago, I first met this world.

Wander around

Looking at the horizon seems to be right in front of you.

I'm willing to go through fire and water again.

Walking in this world

Wander around

Turn over the different faces of the years

Caught off guard, broke into your smile.

I have never been able to get out of this world.

I'm addicted to talking in my sleep, too

It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, tangled and afraid of jokes.

I once turned my youth into her.

I was once in the middle of summer.

Let go if you are moved.

The evening breeze blows up the white hair on your temples.

Heal the scars left by memory

Your eyes are full of light and shadow, and your smile is blooming.

Twilight obscures your faltering steps.

Walking into the hidden paintings at the bedside.

In the picture, you are talking with your head down.

I still lament the size of the world.

Indulge in childhood love stories

No truth, no struggle, no meaningless jokes.

I finally returned my youth to her.

Together with the summer when the fingertips bounce.

The heart moves with the wind.

Will you still do it in the name of love?