When my sadness is thin like a withered flower
unable to fall asleep because of these tangled years
i cling to the rough sigh
that would gnaw deeply into my heart
If i collected tears of a thousand years
would it be enough to show my heart
at the end of the sky where the sunset glow has left
today, i linger on again
As the frail sunshine of early dawn
is woken up by last night's dream
my gloomy dreams of yesterday
disappear into the legend
If i collected wishes of a thousand years
would it be enough to show my heart
at the end of the field where the sunshine has left
today, i linger on again
As the lone wandering low wind
loses its way, breathing heavily,
i ease my sorrow in this world
with the raindrops of noon
If i collected love of a thousand years
would it be enough to show my heart
at the end of the sky where the moonlight is sleeping
today, i linger on again
If i collected longings of a thousand years
would it be enough to show my heart
at the end of the field where the rising sun is shining
today, i linger on again