This favour, bought and received as a substitute, doesn't mean I'm childish
Because you can be taught that the road you're running on passes through the wind, if you reach out your hand

Thinking about the colour of sunset and stylish colours doesn't mean I'm childish
Seek with your ears, search for the whereabouts of the wind, send it out today as well

With an insincere smile, this street is teasing
The faded colours

An eye for an eye, teasing with an insincere smile
Playing fashionably

I only want to cry, to smile, like the wind
Like the others, with the same expression, joining in together; it is exemption, now

With an insincere smile, this street is teasing
The faded colours

An eye for an eye, teasing with an insincere smile
Playing fashionably

I only want to cry, to smile, like the wind
I only want to hear jazz songs and love songs that the sky is singing

Someday, the bird will completely forget how to fly and sing
I'll push forwards on my path, in high spirits