Dream Song
Childhood dreams are scribbles which will not fade
As I think about them, I will let them sweep over the pages
And they will lead us to the future which they draw
The clear sky is infinitely blue
I’m fulfilled and charmed by your innocent heart
Eventually, I will gain wings
And fly freely
My pure and innocent eyes seek them
How I would love to go beyond the sky
If one of my wishes out of all my endless ones is granted
I will not let it be given to anyone
I will make my dreams come true
Childhood dreams are scribbles which will not fade
They are always endlessly drawn
And they will lead us to the future which we hope for
The sound of the bell can be heard from far away
It reaches and echoes in your honest heart
Change light into seven colors, drawing an arc
My pure and innocent eyes seek it
How I would love to go beyond the rainbow
I don’t want to forget
As much of my endless wishes as possible
There are people who support me
It’s because I can dream
Childhood dreams are scribbles which will not fade
As I think about them, I will let them sweep over the pages
And they will lead us to the future which they draw

Childhood dreams are scribbles which will not fade
As I think about them, I will let them sweep over the pages
And they will lead us to the future which they draw
The clear sky is infinitely blue
I’m fulfilled and charmed by your innocent heart
Eventually, I will gain wings
And fly freely
My pure and innocent eyes seek them
How I would love to go beyond the sky
If one of my wishes out of all my endless ones is granted
I will not let it be given to anyone
I will make my dreams come true
Childhood dreams are scribbles which will not fade
They are always endlessly drawn
And they will lead us to the future which we hope for
The sound of the bell can be heard from far away
It reaches and echoes in your honest heart
Change light into seven colors, drawing an arc
My pure and innocent eyes seek it
How I would love to go beyond the rainbow
I don’t want to forget
As much of my endless wishes as possible
There are people who support me
It’s because I can dream
Childhood dreams are scribbles which will not fade
As I think about them, I will let them sweep over the pages
And they will lead us to the future which they draw
