Yasashisa Ni Tsutsumareta Nara

When I was little, there was a god
Who mysteriously granted my dreams
The morning I woke up with gentle feelings
Even as an adult, miracles happen

Opening the curtain, in the quiet sunlight
If wrapped in gentleness, surely
Everything reflected in my eyes is a message

When I was little, there was a god
Who delivered love every day
Deep in my heart, forgotten
The important key opens now

In the garden after the rain, the scent of gardenias
If wrapped in gentleness, surely
Everything reflected in my eyes is a message

Opening the curtain, in the quiet sunlight
If wrapped in gentleness, surely
Everything reflected in my eyes is a message