Through the color-changing western sky
Pierces a single beam of sunlight.
Here, after the evening rain,
I notice the scent of summer.

The concentrated light shines down.
If I listen closely for thoughts and emotions,
I can hear traces of my friends.

The summer sky releases a scent
Of fresh and vibrant days that have passed by.
When we laughed together from the bottoms of our hearts...
Memories of that summer.

Color-changing lantern fruits,
At the lively summer festival.
With the echoing sound of bells in the wind,
Something shakes in the depths of my chest.

The cicadas cry, their sound filling the air.
When I walk alone through the grove of trees,
I feel the traces of days coming back to life.

Softly, they whispered,
Close to my ear,
Of nostalgic days.
Never changing from how they were then,
They remain here and now, within this soul of mine.

The things that we, as humans, protect...
The things that we, as humans, ponder...
Words woven by my late grandfather,
Precious words, lie within my heart.

The summer sky releases a scent
Of fresh and vibrant days that have passed by.
Unchanged from how it was then,
The warmth penetrates everything.

Memories of that summer...