We wound in and out among a windy land.
She pulling my hand by her little two hands.
She and me galloped across the field like a wind.
wind was the siblings from long ago.
horses lope along beside us.
We run through in the wind's path.
We still keep galloped towards the sun.
We want to go back to our homeland.
We want to go back to that day again.
But this road isn't continues to that town, nevermore.
Here is where we belong. no more.
We wound in and out among a windy land.
She pulling my hand by her little two hands.
She and me galloped across the field like a wind.
wind was the siblings from long ago.
horses lope along beside us.
We run through in the wind's path.
But We stopped the chasing to the sun.