Breezes blow, I compare him to color of green
I compare him to color of green
He has come from somewhere, and has gone far
He has gone somewhere in the distance

Breezes blow, I compare him to color of green
I compare him to color of green
He has come from somewhere, and has gone far
He has gone somewhere in the distance

He doesn't leave his tracks, but left smell of fortune
Not his tracks, it's smell of fortune
You are deeply attached to him, adore him
But he doesn't care such that things

He doesn't leave his tracks, but left smell of fortune
Not his tracks, it's smell of fortune
You are deeply attached to him, adore him
A boy dream of becoming the breeze

He's running trough his best, and spreading his arms wide
He's jumping flower's buds, and shortly afterward it will unfold
afterward it will unfold

Breezes blow, I compare him to color of green
I compare him to color of green
He has come from somewhere, and has gone far
He has gone somewhere in the distance

A boy dream of becoming the breeze