+THAT RED BALLOON+

During my childhood
I dreamt a beautiful dream
About riding a balloon and flying away
If a red balloon flies in the sky
My heart remembers beautiful memories

My dream as a child was to ride a red balloon and fly high into the sky
I forgot about that small dream and live on until 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 forget that 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

Though time passes
Though I forgot
Will it be possible to contain it in the red balloon?