Kaze No Torimichi

The wind born deep in the forest
Stands alone in the meadow by the willow tree
Gently brushing past
That is the wind's path

The wind born deep in the forest
Invisible hands reaching out to the wheat field
Softly brushing through your hair
Swaying as it passes by

A distant journey, a wind's path marker
Sent to you, walking alone
Adorned with the gods' decorations

The wind born deep in the forest
Stands alone in the meadow by the willow tree
Softly brushing, fading away
That is the wind's path