Translation by Tosiaki
‘Twas strange That, which was certainly here
The melody, had become cold, and had been dying.
In the ideal land we saw in dreams,
Grasping onto the answer that seemed about to disappear, I,
I?
With what voice, what words should I shout out this love?
The one who has finally found countless lost things,
The shaking hands reaching out that one, you, have still not been sullied
Won’t you inform me?
‘Twas strange that, which was certainly here
The memory of laughing to each other, disappears as if it were a lie
In the ideal land we saw in dreams,
where has the happy future we believed in gone?
Where?
My incomplete heart has still not completely become an adult
While I was thinking, “wind back the needle of the clock,” while my breath continued,
The eyes that have softly closed and moistened can no longer see anything
Won’t you take my hand?
At the end of the night, the sound of morning
drives away the serenities
The day starts, and I wait impatiently for the day’s end
I heard it, the voice calling me though it was surely always here,
Though some tears fall, I still can sing
With what voice, what words should I shout out this love?
The one who has finally found countless lost things,
The shaking hands reaching out to that one, you, have still not been sullied
Won’t you tell me one more time?