It's hard to do even easy things now   Lately the only thing I do is to worry   Half of that is because of my boyfriend   And the other half is work. It's so hard   The sun gave me a blue season   My wishes are like clouds   The sky is strewn with love   Whistle, whistle   Why don't I go on a trip?   Without telling anyone   Rolling around in a difficult ship   Sighing a lot as I roll   Take half to forget   And the other half for memories   Going on a treasure hunt   New days that the sun brings   Slowly showing dreams   To the distant sky   We can fly free   Going after the sun means this   This heightened feeling   I was waiting for the love that I sung about that day   With a gentle voice