During my past childhood, I dreamt a beautiful dream about riding a balloon and flying.
If a yellow balloon flies in the sky, my heart remembers beautiful memories.

My dream as a child was to ride a yellow balloon and fly high into the sky.
I forgot about that small dream and lived till now because I grew up too much.

But when I’m miserable I want to run around and play like a child,
Filling a balloon full of my small dreams.

I can’t understand why tears come out when I look at the sky.
I wonder why you forgot the tiny childhood when you become an adult.

At times I too want to just fly high into the sky,
With my forgotten dreams and memories.

During my past childhood, I dreamt a beautiful dream about riding a balloon and flying.
If a yellow balloon flies in the sky, my heart remembers beautiful memories.