There, far away

The sea of crops swing softly

Have the sails set

We set off with our memories

And the sad things which continues now

Have we still remebered

Or forgotten already?

Even in the samll hands

There'll be the strength we can never beyond

Under the mature grapes

Say goodbye to the past things with tears

In the small hands

Even we're separated

We'll still continue on this way

When the day come

It will mark the end os the best remeberance

With the changing of the seasons

The wind that had once been freezing

Has also gone of the Spring

Even in the small hands``````