I don’t recognize the color of the curtains
In the apartment I lived in long ago
It’s not that I’m feeling lonely or anything like that
Not feeling lonely at all
The notebook that girl gave to me
The attachments to the past I was chasing after
I’m not demanding I have them back or anything like that
Not demanding anything at all

Even the shortcut I used to take home from the station
Is being blocked off by buildings up for sale that I’m not used to seeing
Now it’s almost like it never existed at all
It’s almost like it never existed at all

Even though so many things happened here,
I can’t find a single fragment of them
If I was going to feel like this,
then maybe I would’ve been better off not coming back here at all
It’s all in the deepest depths of my heart
It’s all inside me and me alone

The apartment I lived in long ago
If the person who lives here now
Is a good person
It’d make me a little happy
The future that girl gave me
The scent of the past I’d thrown away
I’m not searching for them or anything like that
Not searching for them at all

I can’t even remember what the holidays were
Of the coffee shop I used to rely on
What in the world was it I come here to do?
Why in the world did I come here?

Even though I swore I’d never forget,
It’s all scattering away little by little
All these people I don’t know
Are passing through this nostalgic town
Should I have just left these memories
Shut away as nothing but memories?

Even though so many things happened here,
I can’t find a single fragment of them
The days that we passed here
Aren’t left in this town anymore,

But it’s all in the deepest depths of my heart
It’s all inside my heart

Well, I’m going home.