In the hustle and bustle of August, we, parched,
Forget about the heat and run,
Unstoppable by anyone.

With innocent profiles,
Sweat trickling down our necks,
Our hair sticking to us, and the cicadas’ cries,
Annoying yet endearing,

We’re so young,
We seem to drown in the summer sky,
Too green, but still, isn’t it nice to be childish?

Even if the world shrinks, and our
Place to belong disappears,
I want to stick closer to you,
To be even closer.

It might be exaggerated, but as we laugh,
Our faces turn red, maybe because of the sun.
It’s okay to keep it a secret.

In the illusion of August, we, parched,
Dive into the dry sky,
Taking you with me to an unfamiliar town.

I wonder if we can go even further,
Pedaling aimlessly,
Seemingly melting in the heat of the asphalt.

The bicycle seat is getting hot,
“Will I get burned?”
You look worriedly at your bottom as you stand and pedal,
Then look at me and burst out laughing.
Shall we walk a little?

Even the trivial conversations,
As long as it’s the two of us, it’s good.
I don’t want to miss a single one,
I want to watch the present.

If we can quietly share our lives,
Neither the coming of tomorrow nor growing old
Will be frightening.

I dreamed
Of that day in the scorching summer
When I was with you

We didn’t have a clue
About the future,
But we knew that we’d
Always be close like this.

Even if it’s exaggerated, as we laugh,
Our linked palms grow cold.
Until that moment.

8月の喧騒と干からびた僕達
暑さも忘れて走る
誰にも止められない

あどけない横顔と
滲む首筋(うなじ)の汗
張り付く髪の毛と蝉の声が
鬱陶しくて愛しくて

夏の空に溺れそうな程
僕らは青すぎて
でもまだ幼くていいよね

世界が縮まってふたりの
居場所が無くなろうと
くっついてもっと近くに
居たいと思うよ

大袈裟だって笑いながら
赤くなる顔は太陽の所為かな
秘密で良い

8月の幻想と干からびた僕達
乾いた空へダイブして
君を連れ去り見知らぬ街へと

もっと遠くまで行けるかな僕達
当てもなく漕ぎ出して
アスファルトの熱に溶けそう

自転車のサドル熱くなってる
「火傷しちゃうかな」
立ち漕ぎで心配そうにおしりを見つめて
こっちを見て吹き出す君
少し歩こうか

たわいも無い会話も
ふたりならそれが良い
ひとつだって逃したくない
今を見ていたい

命をそっと分け合えれば
明日が来る事も歳を取る事も
怖くはない

夢を見ていたよ
君といた夏の
暑過ぎたあの日の事

未来の事なんてさっぱり
分からなかったふたりも
こうやってずっと近くに
いるのは分かってた

大袈裟だって笑いながら
繋いだ手のひら　冷たくなっていく
その時まで