Kotoko

The white wind swayed in a sunny spot
The purity of a good morning fell from the window
When I drink down some lukewarm soup, hey
I put on a new shirt and head out

I embrace my anxiety on a rolling hill road
The voices of the brown-eared bulbul
Gently stroke my crouching back

I want to chase after the tomorrow that I can see from here
It's small, and dirty
But there are no others
When we're atop the hill that expands out in the distance
It will sparkle like nothing else, and shine down on us

A leaning flower, wet from the raindrops
It's almost like you were, back then
You held up your rainbow colored umbrella
It would be great to have that smile again

The hill road is too long, the sky is so far away
I've lost sight of my destination in the ever changing scenery

I'm going to give out a yell to the tomorrow that I can see from here
It's painful, and lonely
It makes a surge go through my heart
There's no rain here that doesn't stop
So just give me a nod
And wipe away those tears

I look back on the hill road
Sometimes we've cried
Flowers were blooming in the footsteps of us, who are so weak

I'm going to draw illustrations of the tomorrow that I can see from here
It's pretty ordinary, and distorted
But that's just proof of it
When we meet the morning sun with casual faces
Impersonating the gentle breeze
We'll walk down this road