The memories of the days when we were young I repeat the same story over and over again Like I'm talking to myself, in a small voice On a peaceful day like this, a little spring day Your kindness is permeating Even if I have a hard time tomorrow Time will change to a laughing story I laughed, saying I didn't have to worry When I look back at my memories I realize I wasn't alone Even now, my selfishness My lips are floating I borrowed your hand to prepare for tomorrow I was having fun for a while But suddenly I cried, saying I was fine I repeat the same story over and over again As I chew on the words of thanks I try to live my own way On a peaceful day like this, a little spring day Please let me be your child Thank you for watching!