I was just quietly gazing at
the little one's sleeping face.
Its eyebrows are slightly frowning;
if it's a nightmare, then please wake up.

I used to fear swimming and always hold back.
Yes, the memories from that summer are coming back.
Being pushed in my back, I finally learned how to swim.
It all seems like yesterday.

I can hear a voice;
it's showing me the direction I should go.
Alone in the rustling wind,
I am singing a song.

The little one is actually me.
Without a doubt, it is me.
My helpless feeling reflected in the mirror
will become my unbeatable tomorrow.

Then, little by little,
I will start to return to my childhood,
to the days when you praised me for singing love songs,
the meaning of which I had yet to understand.

When I look up into the sky,
my voice gradually becomes full.
In the rustling wind, you, too,
should lightly float up with me.

I can hear a voice;
it's showing me the direction I should go.
Alone in the rustling wind,
I am singing a song.

I've realized that my most precious one is right by my side.

When I look up into the sky,
my voice gradually becomes full.
In the rustling wind, you, too,
should lightly float up with me.

I can hear a voice;
it's showing me the direction I should go.
Alone in the rustling wind,
I am singing a song.

Labels: Life, Pokemon, Songs