Well you asked how much I love you,
Why do ships with sails love the wind?
And will I be thinking of you,
Will I ever pass this way again?
I'll be returning some day,
Until then
Please don't ask me my direction,
Let my tracks be buried in the sea.
'Cause to wander is my infection,
'Till the four winds bring you back to me.
Don't count your memories,
Think of me as just a dream.
Just like this melody, I sing...
