The dream that I’d imagined for myself became the object of another;
Being able to smile and accept such a thing, I too am surely September.
I love that feeling, like I’m sparkling, for no other reason than the fact it’s summer.
You look at me as if to say, “Just let me stay here a little longer”.
But if you need a reason to smile, I’ll go and find one for you.
I’m sure that what connects the two of us… is an unremarkable September.
That magic, which seemed more real than the real thing, has already faded.
But the things that make our hearts skip when we squeeze them tight… weren’t only due to the summer!
I’m sure what papa was searching for… was the color of the damp sky as it dried.
That’s when a single September came along like an aching raindrop.
Oh, September… Oh, September…
Oh, September… Oh, September…
I’ll pick up the hopes exhausted by that dream – are you watching?
At this moment, in this voice… I felt my words might just be heard!
I’ll spin yarns for each heart scattered by summer—it’s time to go!
Because of this moment, because of this voice… this September rings aloud!
My voice sounds out—even if meaning is nowhere to be found.
You begin to laugh—even if summer is nowhere to be found.
Oh, September… Oh, September…
Oh, September… Oh, September…
If there’s a reason I can smile, it’s right here before my eyes.
And what’s connecting us… yeah, it’s always the same thing!
I’ll sing of the feelings exhausted by that love—people will smile!
But if I say it now, with this voice… I felt my words might just be heard!
That mystery swimming within our swaying hearts as we join hands – it’s telepathy!
Because of this moment, because of this voice… if I say it now, with this voice…
I’m nothing special, but if I’m with you… we don’t have much to speak of, but if we can say it now…
If I have this voice… if I’m with you… I felt my words might just ring aloud!
Ahh, the stories this season tells to us…
Ahh, the moments this season connects…