We always only keep saying “if” and “I wish,” but anyway, we’ll find the way
If I were a novelist
Surely, I will write about you again, anyway
I just bet it will rain soon, just like an orange
Those are the pieces of my dream, so tiny, so lonely, so pure, and so very beloved
What a grateful world!
Over the mountain, that’s it, by myself, over the horizon
From now on, ah, it’s pass imagination, it’s pass non-fiction
[don’t give up]… My dream!
Over the mountain, that’s it, by myself, we can go to the place
From now on, ah, my imagination now surpasses non-fiction… and goes on
We always only keep saying “it’s a lie” and “I doubt it,” but anyway, we’ll find the way
If I were a small bluebird
Surely, I will spirit you away, anyway
I just bet you will smile, like a treasure
Those are the pieces of your love, wherever, whenever, and forever more beloved than anyone
Darling I love you
Over the trouble, you’re not alone, over the twilight
From now on, ah, even at crossroads it’s a turning point
[don’t give up]… Promise!
Over the trouble, I’m not alone, we can go to the place form now on, ah, pass the crossroads and pass the turning points… we go on
What a grateful world!
Over the mountain, that’s it, by myself, over the horizon
From now on, ah, it’s pass imagination, it’s pass non-fiction
[don’t give up]… My dream!
Over the mountain, that’s it, by myself, we can go to the place
From now on, ah, my imagination now surpasses non-fiction… and carries on