Why does “see you later” feel so painful?
Even though I’ll see you again tomorrow.
In the faded café in the student district,
We split a pancake in half,
The sweetness of maple syrup
I think this is happiness.
The long hand of the antique wall clock
Unnoticed, quickly advances,
Wait, isn’t it broken?
Yes, I chuckled softly.
Calling him “Master”
Nobody says that nowadays,
But it felt like he was watching over us from behind the counter, so I nodded.
Why does “see you later” feel so painful?
Just because I can’t see you for a few hours…
Slowly letting go of our connected hands,
So that warmth doesn’t fade…
I escorted you to the ticket gate in Naka-Meguro,
Standing by the wall so as not to get in the way of the crowd,
We talked about the irrelevant stories
Of the customers in the café we were just at.
When the conversation seemed to be ending,
One of us would suddenly, forcibly,
Remember something to keep it going, repeatedly.
I waved and said “see you later,”
But I can’t seem to leave from here.
I lined up excuses,
I wanted to be together as much as possible.
Just like magnets,
If we’re attracted to each other, we’ll stick together.
Love is the feeling of reluctance, repeatedly
Turning around and disappearing.
Your small back
Is so dear, I want to call your name.
Why does “see you later” feel so painful?
Even though I’ll see you again tomorrow.
Why does “see you later” feel so painful?
Just because I can’t see you for a few hours…
Slowly letting go of our connected hands,
So that warmth doesn’t fade…