Your mind is blue so deep that I could drown there Tell me the channel to the lighthouse on the shore Like morning dew, your tears quench my soul and bleach my dirty wings then I suddenly remember where to go where to go Over my feverish dream, I'll fly in the million layered blue of the drizzling rain in spring Like a brand new foliage our life can start again We go on our new voyage that will never be plain After turning over the endless pages can we remember that pure blue of the drizzling rain in spring?