My ego’s so weak and indecisive, faced with this enormous sense that I’m out of place both in the hustle and bustle of the city and the fields of the countryside.
When I shout out something, I’m flung back on the spot by lead-colored clouds, and I fall back into misery and get lost in feeling like it’s all been for nothing.
A fool who always says, “Just as I thought, it’s hopeless.” Try letting a single tear fall from the frustration.
Even today any favorable winds have fallen by the roadside, and the light shines on the other side from the pier I’ve so longed to reach.

Should I go on or turn back? The decision to advance or retreat is thrust before me. Reality is always severe and shows no emotions.
The roulette on which I’ve bet everything—my livelihood, how society sees me, the stability of my future—gently spins.
I say in desperation, “It’s not a win-or-lose situation,” but I was burdened with my fair share of reasons I had to win.
The letter from that person, the promise I made to my friends, the lover I’ll marry, the person I used to be…

People disappear from the streets one by one; no one will come to greet me at the station at sunset.
I have no bravery, ambition, or aspirations. I’m still living despite that, so what does that make me?
I drag my feet along from streetlight to streetlight, linking together the lights of the streets like the lines of a constellation.
I don’t stop or turn back, intent on linking together the lights of the streets like the lines of a constellation.

The beginning was an immature, dazzling, fantastical dream. Many boys were in high spirits about our futures.
Even when we made mistakes and fell down, we cried and laughed, and we called that our youth and began our journey to enter society.
Gradually more and more of us dropped out, one here and there, unable to escape from our infantile attitudes
Or in the darkness of a moratorium.
The last few fools left behind console one another, and when I realized it, I was left all alone, the most foolish of them all.

People disappear from the streets one by one; no one will come to greet me at the station at sunset.
I have no bravery, ambition, or aspirations. I’m still living despite that, so what does that make me?
I drag my feet along from streetlight to streetlight, linking together the lights of the streets like the lines of a constellation.
I don’t stop or turn back, intent on linking together the lights of the streets like the lines of a constellation.

Even if I look back, there’s nothing there. The memories are only pretty things, nothing more. I’ll continue this detour until the day comes where it saves me,
To become who I am now to defeat my past, to become who I’ll be tomorrow to defeat the present.
Did I survive or was I left behind? Regardless, I won’t forget the faces of those who have gone before me.
Thank you, goodbye. I’ve thrown away yesterday, and I’m walking through Gotanda in the night with the cherry blossoms scattered about.

People disappear from the streets one by one; no one will come to greet me at the station at sunset.
I have no bravery, ambition, or aspirations. I’m still living despite that, so what does that make me?
I drag my feet along from streetlight to streetlight, linking together the lights of the streets like the lines of a constellation.
I don’t stop or turn back, intent on linking together the lights of the streets like the lines of a constellation.

都会の喧噪に 田舎の田園に でかい異物感に ぶれっぶれのやわな自我が
なに叫んだところで鉛色の雲に 跳ねっ返り 無惨に落ちて耽る徒労感に
「やっぱりダメか」が口癖のとんま 悔しさに涙一つ落としてみろよ
今日は今日とて 追い風は路傍に落ちて 光射すのは向こう側 待ち望む埠頭から

行こうか戻ろうか進退を突きつける 現実は常にシビアで情もなく
生活費に世間体に将来の安定に 全部かけたルーレットはやおら回りだし
「勝ち負けじゃない」とは苦し紛れに言うが 勝たなきゃならぬ理由も少なからず背負った
あの人の手紙に 友人との約束に 連れ添う恋人に 過去の自分自身に

一人一人消えてく街 日暮れの駅迎えは来ない
勇気も覇気も野心もない それでも生きる僕は何?
街灯から街灯へ足を引きずって 星座の線みたいに 街の灯を結ぶ
止まるでも戻るでもなくひたすらに 星座の線みたいに 街の灯を結ぶ

始めは青く眩しい夢物語 多くの少年が未来へと勇み
へましたって転んだって泣いたり笑ったり それを青春と呼んで社会へ旅立ったり
次第に脱落者は増える一人また一人 逃れられぬ幼児性 モラトリアムの闇
残りわずか数人の馬鹿が傷を舐め合い 気付けば一番馬鹿な僕が一人

一人一人消えてく街 日暮れの駅迎えは来ない
勇気も覇気も野心もない それでも生きる僕は何?
街灯から街灯へ足を引きずって 星座の線みたいに 街の灯を結ぶ
止まるでも戻るでもなくひたすらに 星座の線みたいに 街の灯を結ぶ

振り返ってもなんもねえ 綺麗なだけの思い出 この回り道がいつか僕を救ってくれる日まで
過去に勝つ為の今の僕になる為に 今に勝つ為の明日の僕になる為に
生き残ったのか 取り残されたのか なんにしても過ぎた人の顔は忘れない
ありがとう さよなら 昨日を捨てた僕が 桜散った夜の五反田を歩いてる

一人一人消えてく街 日暮れの駅迎えは来ない
勇気も覇気も野心もない それでも生きる僕は何?
街灯から街灯へ足を引きずって 星座の線みたいに 街の灯を結ぶ
止まるでも戻るでもなくひたすらに 星座の線みたいに 街の灯を結ぶ