Chiisana Te No Hira

In the distance, swaying far away, a sea of rice
Raising the sails, raising the sails, heading towards memories
Do we remember all the sad things until today, or have we forgotten?

Even with small hands, we’ve somehow gained strength that surpasses us
Since the days we cried under the sold grapes, we’ve walked on
Even with small hands, even if we drift apart, we’ll walk this path
One day, we’ll store away our best memories

The seasons change, and now a cold wind blows
Wrapped up, sleep tight, in that spring song

Even with small hands, we’ve somehow gained strength that surpasses us
How many smiles have reflected on our wet cheeks?
Even with small hands, even if we drift apart, we’ll walk this path
And when that day comes, we’ll have stored away our memories too

One day, even small hands will surpass us
Eventually, that day will open a new season.