I want to go up, I want to go up
my seesaw is the only one that doesn't move.
I want to reach it, I want to reach it
push me up to the sky

spring clouds, small clouds...
will someone sit in here?

and then, for the end of the useless words
give more, more love to me.
are my fickle stretched hands
the only thing I have today?

I want to swing, I want to swing
my swing is the only one that doesn't move.
I want to feel, I want to feel
send me up to the sky

autumn winds, rusty winds...
will someone stand up behind me?

and then, for the end of the useless days
give more, more love to me.
is this fickle overflowing song
the only thing I have today?

and then, for the end of the useless words
give more, more love to me.
are my fickle stretched hands
the only thing I have today?