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.