To you, I am going back.
As winter heading towards spring.
To you, I am going back.
As a child going to its mother’s arms.
It is windy, it is windy indeed.
In my mind that heads straight to you.
It is so fragrant, fragrant indeed.
In this path that heads straight to you.
To you, I am going back.
Please accept me that I’ve lost my light.
To you, I am going back.
Please embrace me that I am so pitiful.
It is windy, it is windy indeed.
In my mind that heads straight to you.
It is so fragrant, fragrant indeed.
In this path that heads straight to you.
How can I bear that smile I would face?
Will I get to touch the soft hands by now?
It is windy, it is windy indeed.
In my mind that heads straight to you.
It is so fragrant, fragrant indeed.
In this path that heads straight to you.
You must be waiting for me as well.