When I was a child, with a persistent slight fever, I feared the shadow of gods
A hidden knife comforted me with a witty song that didn’t suit me
Slowly fading, slowly cracking, I sought for means to shine
The miracle of having met you is overflowing within this heart of mine
And I’m sure at this moment, I can soar even into the sky
When the tears that left your dreams soaked are washed away into the sea
I want you to be always laughing by my side