"Where dreams begin, we make wishes
What if you dare to rush and fall?
Play the time with color all the way
There was a dream of news that year.
Walking in a mediocre City
Do you remember your original dream?
The colorful dream
There are sweet cicadas and moving frogs.
There's also brass bell percussion.
The crisp sound of the flute's percussion music echoes dimly in the ear
That dream about childhood
It's after catching up with animation after school with joy.
The ensuing prelude to news broadcasting
Through that little window
I see the world and the future
That school-end animation has long since ceased to exist
But after the whistle-banging advertisement
The exciting prelude to news broadcasting still sounded as scheduled.
Formerly small "windows" have become today's large "windows"
From it came the familiar sound of an instrument.
It's flute percussion
Wake up my dream
Wake up my saved dream
Wake up my muddled life
Where Dreams Begin
The flute percussion accompanies all the way