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