Because he would like to turn it into spring soil for her
Because she would like to drift with him
Then I fell in love.
When the wind meets a girl like dandelion
The fragrance of brushing your hair
The coolness of your skin in summer
Fallen leaves beside trees
Dust on the ground
When it stops, it's no longer the wind
And the wind doesn't stop
Like the wind
Enjoy life in the air
Growing in the air
Looking in the air
I like to drift in the wind
