I loved the café in the courtyard of the Western-style house
That stands atop the gentle slope.
Inviting you after school, my heart pounding,
Those were the days of youth that brought us here.
Ah, the sky was clear without a single cloud,
And my heart felt clear too.
Do you remember the sage flowers?
They greeted us in the flowerbed at the entrance.
In the quiet breeze, the small flowers
Trembled frustratingly, the beginning of love.
The pumpkin pudding you liked,
I’m eating it all alone,
Sorry, I declined the wedding invitation.
Saying those times were good is like a late rock-paper-scissors move.
How much were we really aware?
We could talk about anything, our classmates, our laughter so similar,
I thought we were good friends.
Ah, people’s hearts and the scenery too,
Some things are too close to see.
The sage flowers were blooming,
I finally realized at the end of that summer.
The earnestly living, bright red flowers,
Wishing you would turn around,
I now realize I overlooked them,
The important flowerbed, remembering.
I received an invitation from you,
but I couldn’t even reply.
Do you remember the sage flowers?
They greeted us in the flowerbed at the entrance.
In the quiet breeze, the small flowers
Trembled frustratingly, the beginning of love.
The pumpkin pudding you liked,
I’m eating it all alone,
Let’s celebrate here, at the wedding.