I looked to the sky in an exaggerated way… unreliably, on the tips of my toes.
Upon a pure white piece of sheet music, I drew you yet again.
The songs we’ve sung, feeling the wind blow…
Can we sing along? But they vanished instantly…
Where has the tone of that day gone?
Notes connected by my shaking voice
Left only my memories on the page.
Even if someone laughs, saying this song is typical…
Wherever you are now, I give you all my tone.
Awkwardly shouldering my guitar, I ran out on a summer day.
Even now, these chords miss their mark… leaving only their resonance.
The songs we’ve sung, each and every one…
I still sing alone… and those beloved feelings
Endlessly call to me from far off.
Even if the overlapping sounds lose their meaning,
Those melodies that remain young and pure
Will someday reach your solitude.
Whenever you’re alone, I find you from pieces torn.
If I close my eyes gently, and listen closely,
There are sounds around me that I can hear immediately.
So farewell, summer days! Farewell, long nights!
Though the way I sing has long since changed…
Notes connected by my shaking voice
Left only my memories on the page.
Even if someone laughs, saying this song is typical…
Wherever you are now, I give you all my tone.