It's hard to do even easy things now Lately the only thing I do is to worry Half of that is because of my boyfriend And the other half is work. It's so hard The sun gave me a blue season My wishes are like clouds The sky is strewn with love Whistle, whistle Why don't I go on a trip? Without telling anyone Rolling around in a difficult ship Sighing a lot as I roll Take half to forget And the other half for memories Going on a treasure hunt New days that the sun brings Slowly showing dreams To the distant sky We can fly free Going after the sun means this This heightened feeling I was waiting for the love that I sung about that day With a gentle voice