The memories of that platform at the vanished station someday
And the friends we met with passionate aspirations
Someday, becoming the sea, becoming the sky, becoming people
The day will come when we yearn for the passion at 25:00
The scarred desk I pressed my face against
The scent of after-school and the coldness of the chime
The lightness of love and the heaviness of sorrow
In this night, we are made
Surely, when we become adults, we’ll understand
The youth we were allowed to have
Even when we become adults, we’ll surely cling
To the memories of one night
The song of this night, saying “I’m in love, I love you”
Someday, will there be a day when it smolders in the depths?
Can we properly and beautifully love happiness?
Can we properly and beautifully save people?
Don’t forget that the world is shining
Don’t forget that the world is stirring
Don’t forget that you’re not alone in this world
Don’t forget the passion
Someday, the roads we walk,
The places we sing
In the corner of our hearts, the day will come when we hate them
Tossed into absurdity,
Exposed to suffering
Yet, time and again, we return to this night
Will the song of this night, saying “I’m in love, I love you”
Someday reach the heart of the one we love?
Can we properly and beautifully love people?
Can we properly and beautifully save people?
Without forgetting the passion at 25:00
