A wind chime ringing in the gentle breeze,
a sunflower that grew high,
and the cricket’s crying...
...resounding through the summer break.
Looking up to the sun shining upon us,
we cast a shadow, connecting our hands.
That imprint lost in a projection...
...was reflected countless of times.
The scenery of the sky with no single cloud
and the asphalt blurrying because of the heat —
Our running sweat dried up,
while we seemed to melt, beaten by the heat.
Without drawing the days we spend in colors.
My friends ringing my doorbell,
the summer colors burnt onto my skin,
and a merry voice resounding through the summer break.
Shouldering a moth net in a basket,
going on a treasure hunt,
forgetting the fast-passing time,
we played around filled with joy.
When the blinding sun sets and turns red,
the burning sky will turn dark soon.
The cicada’s crying accompanied your smile
while we shook hands as good-bye.
We painted these days in brilliant colors.
The days we spend together...
...will remain inside my chest forever.
If I close my eyes, I recall –
everything unchanged from that day.
The scenery of the sky with no single cloud
and the asphalt blurrying because of the heat—
Our running sweat dried up,
while we seemed to melt, beaten by the heat.
Without drawing the days we spend in colors.
A wind chime ringing in the gentle breeze,
a sunflower that grew high,
and the cricket’s crying...
...resounding through the summer break.