I still lament the size of the world. What do you mean?

I still lament the size of the world. This is a lyric from Greeny's "It's windy". The lyrics mean that I will still sigh that the world is very big.

The Wind is Rising is a song written by Mi Guo, composed by Yu Takahashi and sung by Green.

Chinese name

The wind is coming.

Original song

Green

Fill in the words according to the given tune

Miguo

Set music to sth.

Takahashi Yuu

Song language

mandarin

lyrics

Lyrics: America

Composer: Yu Takahashi

Arrangement by Liu Gong Duojie

Producer: Liu/Li Huijuan

I once turned my youth into her.

I was once in the middle of summer.

Let go if you are moved.

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

Sweet smile.

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.

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.

In the name of love, do you still want to?