The world that I see around me is everything to me.
My past shines and disappears into the future.
The clouded blue sky,
The echo of the train,
The illusions of the daylight,
All of these become flowing lines and fly away.
The dim light of the moon,
The bright flowing light of the sun,
The shape of the kind hands of little girls . . .
These all become flowing lines and are ripped apart.
Then, I become the wind.
I become the wind that is more beautiful than anyone.
I become the wind that is stronger than anything.
I grab the steering wheel, and push down the accelerator.
This is a world that is so fast,
It makes your heart beat faster.
This is the only place that's a place for me . . .
Where I can become myself,
Where the shadows are cut open,
Where sweat comes flowing out;
The world that's filled with light.
That's the only place that's a place just for me . . .
A place where I become a different person.
The clouds soar high in the sky,
And take away the bright aqua-marine from the sea.
As I search for it, risking being burned to death,
I still want to give it away sometimes.
As I run after this dream inside my heart,
Accepting all the pains,
I still sometimes want to break it apart.
This future in my heart . . . What am I running for?
. . . Where on earth am I going to keep running to?
A jet plane disappears into the sunset.
Leaving two strong lines in the sky behind it, it runs away.
My heart which is searching for the exit,
Feels an answer for the first time.
That I won't be able to see anything if I don't keep running on,
That if I don't keep running on, nothing will finish.
Just one success, just one sound of the ending flag.
. . . This is when I become the wind.
I become the wind that's more beautiful than anyone.
I become the wind that's stronger than anything.
