| Wonderful Days | |
|---|---|
 Wonderful Days Cover | |
| Artist |
Pull Tab to Can |
| Character(s) |
Sanada, Atobe, Kirihara, |
| Complete music list | |
Wonderful Days is the 7th ending theme song for the original Prince of Tennis. It is sung by Pull Tab to Can.
Characters in Order of Appearance[]
Lyrics[]
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眩しい午後 窓を開ける
わけもなく駆ける日陰の小道
肩で息を吸い込んで目を閉じ
思い描いた明日からのステージ
イメージしてる新しいページ
真っ白いキャンパスに描く
向い風もお構い無しで切り開く
この果てなく続くBrand new story
Ah, wonderful days
ゼブラ模様の交差点
青に変わると走り出す
白いラインだけを踏んで渡りきる
子供のように
いつもこんなふうに風に吹かれ
ありのままの自分でいる事がもしも出来ていたなら
遠い空に向けて両手伸ばしこの思い届くようにと
解き放ってく
ペダルを踏む足を速め
一気に坂道 駆け上がる
いま飛び立つ前の長い助走
高まる鼓動 感じながら
この坂を登りきって
てっぺんが見えてきた頃に
南風が背中を追い越してゆく
はじまりの合図を知らせるように
Ah, wonderful days
あと少しだけを繰り返し
いつのまにかここまで来てた
もう視界の奥に輝く光さえ Reach for the sky
どんな時も胸にしまいこんだままの
思い忘れないでずっと温め続けたなら
きっといつか名もない鳥のように思うまま
この大空を突き進んでく
手探りで探す未来はいつでも鍵のない扉
目の前にある光も見つけられず探し続けた
机にある落書きは
いつか思い描いた地図
誰も歩いた事のない
太陽さえ知らない場所
目指して
いつもこんな風に風に吹かれ
ありのままの自分でいる事がもしも出来ていたなら
遠い空に向けて両手伸ばしこの思い届くようにと=
解き放ってく
解き放ってく･･･
Ah, wonderful days･･･
mabushii gogo mado wo akeru
wakemonaku kakeru hikage no komichi
kata de iki wo suikonde me wo toji
omoi egaita ashita kara no STAGE
IMAGE shiteru atarashii PAGE
masshiroi CANVAS ni egaku
mukai kaze mo okamai nashi de kirihiraku
kono hate naku tsuzuku Brand new story
Ah, wonderful days, wonderful days, wonderful days
ZEBRA moyou no kousaten
ao ni kawaru to hashiridasu
shiroi LINE dake wo funde watarikiru
kodomo no you ni
itsumo konna fuu ni kaze ni fukare
ari no mama no jibun de iru koto ga moshi mo dekiteita nara
tooi sora ni mukete ryoute nobashi kono omoi todoku you ni to
tokihanatteku
PEDAL wo fumu ashi wo hayame
ikki ni sakamichi kakeagaru
ima tobidatsu mae no nagai josou
takamaru kodou kanji nagara
kono saka wo noborikitte
tebben ga miete kita goro ni
minamikaze ga senaka wo oikoshite yuku
hajimari no aizu wo shiraseru you ni
Ah, wonderful days, wonderful days, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful days
ato sukoshi dake wo kurikaeshi
itsu no manika koko made kiteta
mou shikai no oku ni kagayaku hikari sae Reach for the sky
donna toki mo mune ni shimai konda mama no
omoi wasurenai de zutto atatame tsuzuketa nara
kitto itsuka namonai tori no you ni omou mama
kono oozora wo tsukisusundeku
tesaguri de sagasu mirai wa itsudemo kagi no nai tobira
me no mae ni aru hikari mo mitsukerarezu sagashi tsuzuketa
tsukue ni aru rakugaki wa
itsuka omoi egaita chizu
dare mo aruita koto no nai
taiyou sae shiranai basho
mezashite
itsumo konna fuu ni kaze ni fukare
ari no mama no jibun de iru koto ga moshi mo dekiteita nara
tooi sora ni mukete ryoute nobashi kono omoi todoku you ni to
tokihanatteku tokihanatteku
tokihanatteku tokihanatteku
(Wonderful Days)
On a bright afternoon, I open the window
I run without a reason on the shaded road
I took a breath with my shoulders, closed my eyes
And pictured a stage that starts from tomorrow
I’m forming an image of a new page
I’ll draw it on a pure white canvas
The head wind unmindfully opens up
This endlessly continuing, Brand new story
Ah, wonderful days
At the zebra-patterned intersection
When it turns green, I start running
I finish crossing it while only stepping on the white lines
Like a kid
Always blown upon by the wind in this way
If I could have been as I were
Then I would’ve faced the far sky, stretched out my hands, and, as if reach for my thoughts
Let go
I’ll quicken my feet stepping on the pedals
And race up the slope in a breath
Now it’s the long approaching run before jumping
While I feel my throbbing heartbeats
When I finish climbing this hill
And the summit becomes visible
The southern wind will outstrip my back
As if notifying me of the signs of a beginning
Ah, wonderful days
I repeated the little bit that is left again and again
And came here before I knew it
Even the shining light in the depths of my field of view already Reaches for the sky
If, at anytime, I didn’t forget the thoughts that were still tucked away
In my chest and always kept warming them
Then I’m sure that someday, like a nameless bird
I would push forward through this great sky to my heart’s content
The future that I search for through fumbling is a keyless door at all times
I kept searching for it without even being able to detect the light in front of my eyes
The doodle on my desk
Is the map that I’d pictured some other day
Aiming for for a place
That no one has walked on
That even the sun doesn’t know about
Always blown upon by the wind in this way
If I could have been as I were
Then I would’ve faced the far sky, stretched out my hands, and, as if reach for my thoughts
Let go
Let go…