anata ga umareta machi ni
furari to tabi ni detemimashita
shiroi kisha ni yurenagara
nagareyuku kumo to tomo ni
konna watashi o anata ga mitara
yasashii anata wa shikaru no deshou
furui hoomu ni oritatsu toki ni
museru hodo tadayou shoka no nioi
natsudori tsuranaru hareta sora
watashi wa mada tobitatenai...
shiokaze ni anata o kanjite
mada, mayotteimasu
haruka tooku ni ukabu kojima
anata o sodateta machinami
nandaka watashi mo natsukashii...
futari de kitakatta
anata ga umareta machi ni
kotoshi mo natsu ga yattekimasu
senrozoi no namikimichi
kagerou ga yuramekidatsu
konna kisetsu o anata to tomo ni
zutto sugoshiteikitakatta no
kawara ni saita azami no hana ga
ano toki no egao ni niteimashita
natsudori tobitatsu aoi sora
anata wa nido to kaeranai
kono machi ni anata o utsushite
mada, sagashiteimasu
anata ga itsuka hanashiteita
furui jinja no komorebi
yawarakai hizashi ga watashi ni
yasashiku toikaketa
nee itsuka wa
omoide ni naru no ka na
natsudori habataku hiroi sora
futari wa nido to deawanai
mado no soto yuunagi no machi wa
totemo setsunakatta
orenjiiro ni somaru densha
yukkuri ima hashiridaseba
"sayonara" to te o furu watashi ni
machi ga hohoenderu
To the town where you were born
I unexpectedly decided to take a trip
While wavering along in the white train
Together with the flowing clouds
If you saw me as I am now
The gentle you would surely scold me
The moment I stepped down on the old train platform
I was choked by the scent of early summer hanging in the air
The bird of summer stretches its wings in the clear sky
I can’t yet take off and fly…
I can feel you in the see breeze
I’m still hesitating
The small islands floating far in the distance
The streets where you were raised
Somehow I also feel nostalgic…
I wish we could have come together
In the town where you were born
This year too, summer has come again
On the tree-lined road along the railroad tracks
The shimmering heat wavers
This season,
I had hoped I would always spend it together with you
The thistle blooming along the riverbed
Resembled the smile from that time
The bird of summer takes off into the blue sky
You will never again come home to this place
I’m still searching for your reflection in this town
The sunlight filtering through the trees at the old shrine
That you once spoke of
The soft sunlight gently asked me a question:
“Say, someday, I wonder
Will I become a memory?â€
The bird of summer flaps its wings in the wide sky
The two of us will never meet again
The evening calm of the town outside the window
Was heartbreaking
If the train, dyed orange by the sun
now slowly begins to move
As I wave my hand and say goodbye,
The town smiles at me