Bicycle pedals spinning quickly down a dark road
To make it in time for my favorite song
Dull days and roads with nothing inspiring
A bright convenience store that suddenly blinds my eyes
Tokyo’s towers and pedestrian scrambles
Don’t exist here, still shining burst out and sing under the bright lights, however
That red bridge and minor department store,
Rice stalks that sway with the wind and those silent nights
I remember them Those roller slides
Stopping midway and waving to all that lies below
Everything I am singing about and feeling now is probably, yes…
It’s all there
Outside the car window, framed by the Momiji Bridge
Colors of leaves that seem so proud
That day’s news, that call on that day, that voice
Even now, as expected, they still remain
Hoping the reason a familiar place has come to look so different
Is because I’ve grown taller or have matured
Something like this… Ah…
The sounds of that flowing river I’ve heard a thousand times
The sadness of that night I heard faintly
I remember them. The sights and smells of that place
I wonder why it has to be here and keep thinking
Still unsure but I believe I can overcome that’s why… Yes, definitely…
It has to be us
That red bridge and minor department store,
Rice stalks that sway with the wind and those silent nights
I remember them. The sights and smells of that place
I wonder why it has to be here and keep thinking
The sounds of that flowing river I’ve heard a thousand times
From now on, to be able to hear its gentleness
When the skies are fine, when the skies are crying
Which days are laughing, which days are crying once again
What doesn’t change is that it lives forever
Waiting for the light. Ah…
What will not change is, yes… I will keep on singing right here