Back then, we did nothing but stare at the sky from atop the roof of our building.
We’d run straight there from our part time jobs, covered in sweat and dust; a whimsical fairy tale.
We made a promise not to ever discuss the petty concerns that we both surely suffer from.
Across an elevated bridge, the Chuo line went clattering past – just like a toy train.
Hey, did we end up being right in the end? After being so obstinate,
Saying, “I’m not wrong!” and, “I could do it if I tried”!
… biting our lips and crawling our way through each night.
Amongst that darkness there was a scream, like a wordless wail;
Just like the corpse of a crow crushed upon Senkawa St. – Oh, the pain… the pain…
You’ve gotta be kidding – don’t just let it end here! Don’t place our journey in the past by calling it “youth”!
I’ll never forget the bitter tears left behind by your fading footsteps;
I began picking up the flyers you’d treaded upon, but by the time I reached Yoyogi Park, it was already springtime.
The forced smiles we had fall gracefully through the air…
…like cherry blossoms.
I hated the large tree outside my window because it blocked out the sun;
From when Spring came… until the flowers bloomed, I hated that tree.
It’s pretty insignificant to me now, but I do regret it just a bit…
I wonder… was it really that insignificant? I’m so sorry…
At the rotary in front of the station, I would constantly think about why sunsets are sad.
Are they sad because they end? Or because it’s sad to see them begin? Before long, the streetlights were coming on…
So basically, endings and beginnings are the same thing! If that’s the case, I have no use for these tears! So get lost already!
My chest hurts… it hurts…!
In this one-person room are stray winds of spring and the swinging curtains we chose as a couple;
While you were at it, you should have carried this emptiness out along with your luggage!
As if nothing had happened, I started putting away the laundry you had hung as your final act;
Sticking casually to them…
…like cherry blossoms.
The people we part ways with, and the new acquaintances we make – our stories progress as a series of endings and beginnings;
If that’s true, then even the sadness that accompanies them is a rule I have to live abiding.
I started picking up the tears that I’d cast away, and by the time I took notice, it was already springtime.
So I sing- I sing- I sing-
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, even now: cherry blossoms bloom, unfading!
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms: the tale of our cherry blossoms blooming!