After spending a lifetime staring at a sky so empty that it’s practically blank space,
Everything eventually ceased to matter, especially my insignificant worries;
The sky of the city in which I was born… and live…

If I were to say the things I’m worried about, there’d be no end, and I know that;
If I’ve depressed myself by thinking of pointless things, I only need to smile when tomorrow comes.
These are my feelings as I walk slowly down the path home.

Even if I quarrel and fuss with the pointy edges of my daily life,
This city has drank of it all deeply; no matter whether I laugh or cry, up in the sky above…

The consistently red sunset tells me that the future is uncertain.
In this city, through which we’ve grown so accustomed to walking, we wander like children,
Looking for a guide to tomorrow.
I wonder how much longer I can go on believing from here on out;
I become uneasy whenever the wind suddenly stops.
I’m living in this city.

Under the curtain of night, the last JR train whisked you away.
Our feelings weren’t just us running away, or being sympathetic;
No matter what happens… I’m your ally… your friend.

Any of the darkness that lies ahead, like becoming lost or learning to hate everything,
You’ve shredded to pieces. Is there a single thing you could still wish for?

The red sunset back then entrusted us with an uncertain future.
The dreams we swore to, as well as our ideals, are nothing more than junk now,
As they rust within the flow of time.
Even so, I still want to believe that nothing has come to an end;
I pretend that I’m unconcerned and grow stronger with the passing days.
I’m living in this city.

Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. The scenery of the city changes, and there’s you and I struggling within it.
There’s hope, slander, ideals, and self-derision… and battling with them are our suspecting hearts… our selves.

Within the consistently red sunset, the shadows of you setting off on a journey,
Lay themselves long and narrow down the streets you’ve grown accustomed to walking;
They stretch as if drawing a guide to tomorrow.
I wonder how much longer I’ll walk on, worrying, from here on out.
But I’m okay with that… I’ll take hold of both hope and suffering.
I’m living in this city.
I’ll go on living here… from here on out.

空白みたいな 何もない空を ずっと眺めていたら
全部がもうどうでも いいやって思えて来るんだよ ちっぽけな悩みも
僕が生まれた 僕が生きてる 街の空

悩み出したら きりがないこと よく知っているけど
くだらない事 考えてへこんでも 明日笑えればいい
そんな風に ゆっくり歩く 帰り道

争ったり いがみ合ったり 日々のとがった部分も
飲み込んだ街で 嘆いても 笑っても 見上げるこの空には

いつでも紅い夕焼け 戸惑う未来教えて
歩きなれた街で 僕ら迷子みたいに
明日の道しるべ 探してる
この先後どれ位 信じてゆけるのかな
ふいに止んだ風に 不安になったりして
この街で生きている

夜り帳に 最終のJR 君を連れて消えた
逃げ道じゃない 感傷でもないんだよ 僕らの思い出は
何があっても 僕は味方だ 友達よ

迷ったり 嫌になったり 先の見えない闇も
切り裂いた君に 一つでも 叶わない 願いなんてあるものか

あの時紅い夕焼け 戸惑う未来託して
誓った夢 理想も 今じゃガラクタみたいに
時の流れに 錆付いて
それでも 信じたいよ 何にも終わってないよ
知らん顔で過ぎてく 日々に 強がったりして
この街で生きている

春夏秋冬 変わっていく街の景色 その中で 抗ってる 君も 僕も
希望 誹謗 理想 自嘲 戦ってる相手は 疑う心だ つまり自分だ

いつもの紅い夕焼け 旅立つ君の影が
歩きなれた街で 細長く横たわって
明日の道しるべ みたいに伸びる
この先後どれ位 悩んで歩くのかな
それでいいや 僕らは 希望も苦悩も抱えて
この街で生きている
これからも生きていく