Letra da Música Wonderful Days (english version) de The Prince Of Tennis

I open the window on a shining evening
Without a reason, I run on a shaded path
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes [1]
and imagined the stage from tomorrow
Making an image on a new page, [2]
I paint it on an empty canvas [3]
I worrilessly cut through even the wind blowing against me
This endlessly continuing brand new story

Ah, wonderful days

At the zebra crossing, [4]
the light turns green and I run out,
only stepping and cutting across the white lines
like a child

If it had been possible for the wind to always blow against me like this
and for me to just be myself,
turning to the faraway sky, I'd stretch out both my arms
to reach this feeling, setting it free

I step on the pedal, quicken my legs
In a breath, I climb up the sloped road
Now I'm on the runway before taking off [5]
while feeling my rising heartbeat
I'm climbing up and across this hill
towards where the top is visible
The south wind blows past my back
to show me the sign of the beginning [6]

Ah, wonderful days

Repeating just a little more after this,
all of a sudden, I've arrived here
Even the shining light beyond my field of vision is already reaching for the sky

If I had continued always, without forgetting,
to nurse the thoughts that my heart was full of,
someday I'd surely be traversing this big sky, [7]
feeling like a nameless bird

The future that I gropingly search for is always a door with no key
Not finding even the light that is before my eyes, I continued to search
Doodles on the table will
someday be an imaginary map [8]
I'm aiming towards
a place where no one has walked before
and even the sun doesn't know

If it had been possible for the wind to always blow against me like this
and for me to just be myself,
turning to the faraway sky, I'd stretch out both my arms
to reach this feeling, setting it free
Setting it free...