The deep valley calls the wind, and the sealed town melts into the mist I want wings, I want wings ? I keep wishing so In the season of Kothan, a drizzling rain falls, and the flowers of Philone are reaped away I want wings, I want wings, I want wings, I want to go far away Let’s keep walking toward the cliff like this Let’s keep heading to where he is like this fly away Farewell, farewell my aging hometown If it’s to carry things on, then I have to go What am I supposed to do with this inherited fate? I know I’ll return someday O town of valley winds, forever
