When I think about you kindly
smiling at me, my heart hurts.
smiling at me, my heart hurts.
The wind and warmth that gently
brushes against us are carried in
our songs of love
The clouds drifting by suddenly hid the light,
and your orange smile slept without being able
to be held.
brushes against us are carried in
our songs of love
The clouds drifting by suddenly hid the light,
and your orange smile slept without being able
to be held.
No matter how harsh the winds,
how steep the path,
I will protect what's important to me.
how steep the path,
I will protect what's important to me.