To the town where you were born
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I unexpectedly decided to take a trip
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While wavering along in the white train
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Together with the flowing clouds
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If you saw me as I am now
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The gentle you would surely scold me
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The moment I stepped down on the old train platform
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I was choked by the scent of early summer hanging in the air
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The bird of summer stretches its wings in the clear sky
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I can't yet take off and fly...
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I can feel you in the see breeze
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The small islands floating far in the distance
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The streets where you were raised
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Somehow I also feel nostalgic...
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I wish we could have come together
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In the town where you were born
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This year too, summer has come again
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On the tree-lined road along the railroad tracks
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The shimmering heat wavers
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I had thought I would always spend it together with you
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The thistle blooming along the riverbed
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Resembled the smile from that time
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The bird of summer takes off into the blue sky
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You will never again come home to this place
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I'm still searching for your reflection in this town
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The sunlight filtering through the trees at the old shrine
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The soft sunlight gently asked me a question
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Will I become a memory?
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The bird of summer flaps its wings in the wide sky
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The two of us will never meet again
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The evening calm of the town outside the window
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If the train, dyed orange by the sun
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now slowly begins to move
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As I wave my hand and say goodbye,
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