Far, far away, there's a swaying sea of rice grains Raise the sails, raise the sails, and go to the memories that we aimed for Do we still remember all of the sad things up to today, or have we forgotten them? Even in our small hands, since when has there been a strength that's overtaking us? We walked from the days when we cried beneath the ripe grapes Even if our hands are little, even if we're separated, we'll go down this road On the day to come sometime, we'll treasure our greatest memories The seasons change and the cold wind Has already been wrapped by and sleeping in the song of that spring Even in our small hands, since when has there been a strength that's overtaking us? How many smiles reflected on our wet cheeks? Even if our hands are little, even if we're separated, we'll go down this road And on the day that came, we treasured our memories, too Even if our hands are small, they've been overtaking us since some other day The day that finally came opened a new season . . . .