Bright, bright, bright breaks down Oh...
The tip of the road is you
Running toward my open arms

Fluttering clothes of wind
Only clothes of wind
No clothes of care
Wind needs clothes

I let the naked sun Aah....
Holding the morning water-beads
Dididi...Nanadididi...Lalalala...

Fluttering clothes of wind
Only clothes of wind
No clothes of care
Release the meadow into a bed
I let the nakedness Aah...
Holding the rising sun you and I embrace

(Speak) Holding morning's water-beads
And fluttering clothes of wind
Only clothes of wind
No clothes of care
Let the meadow be a bed
To hold the first born nakedness
To hold the rising sun you and I embrace
You and I embrace