In that bright day

I stand in the clearing under beautiful colorful sky
Completely delight together with the tickling wind

There you are, in front of me, smiling
I stretch out both of my hands toward you

From the bottom of my heart
I ask you shyly, 'Can I be yours?'

And then, the sky's getting more beautiful
The wind's whispering its song softly to my ears

Because your smile becomes wider.