I have liked someone and thought it was love.
Even after the heartbreak, I believed it was.
If so, why didn't it hurt as much as it was with you?
Why does your word cheers me while it can struck me down?
I have met you in a dream.
Were you an angel? A star?
But now I see...
You're kinder, more loving than an angel.
Shines brighter than a star.
In my darkness, you gave me light.
Now, I know that he was a son.
Someone I have looked up to.
The one I admired.
But you were the air.
That one thing that needes for survival.
You were the cloud.
No matter how much I tried,
No matter how much effort I put into,
You slipped away.
You slipped away
Quietly and smoothly,
Just like the wind.
You were here a minute,
Then gone the other.
A butterfly that goes on flowers,
Looking for the most suitable place
And leave without a trace.
I want to be like a wind to you.
Sometimes pushing you and going against you.
Other time, to be with you and give you comfort.
In another time, to wipe away your tears.
I want to be that kind of wind.
And I will fly out,
To gather up the pain and sadness,
And to spread the joy and happiness.
When you are sad, cry out!
And I'll be there.
When you're happy, call me.
And I'll be there.
But I'm still a girl.
So I get tired sometimes.
I might try to bear all the pain sometimes.
At that time, I will step down,
So please catch me with your arms.
