When I was young, God was here
and mysteriously made a dream come true for me
Even if I wake up in the morning became an adult,
miracles happen with tender feelings
*If I draw the curtains open
& I'm wrapped up in the tenderness of the quiet sunlight,
I'm sure that everything reflected in my eyes is a message
When I was young, God was here
and everyday love reached me
It was locked in my heart and I forgot about it
The time when I'll open the precious box is now
If I'm surrounded by the tenderness of the scent of the gardenia
after it rains in the garden,
Everything that reflects in my eyes is a message
* repeat
