Zoku Kudaranai Uta

Mizuumi no mieru TANPOPO oka no sakura no kinoshita de

Oroshitate no KOOTO no POKETTO ni te wo ire te

Suunen mae nimo kono basho de onaji POOZU shiteita koto

Omoidashite yatto jikkan “boku wa kaette kita”

Tsumotta ochiba ga fumarete oto wo tateta ano hi to onaji kawaita oto

Nobotta asahi ni te wo furi yume wo mita

Ano hi ga kasanaru naka

Kono te wa fure nai daiji na mono wo otoshi sugita

Kono me wa amari ni yume no misugi de waruku natta

Ano hi to chigau no wa boku dake

Densha ni notte ni-jikan chotto no tokai ni detekita

Chiisa na sono PURAIDO wo misete yarou toshita

Densha ni notte ni-jikan chotto itsudemo kaereru to

Karuku kangaete ita no ga somosomono machigai datta

Koko de te ni shita “kagayaka shiidou no kou no” ni

Sore yori mo kagayaka shii ano hi ga

Migoto ni kowasarete iku you de kowaku tte

Nando mo tashika mete miru

Kono te ni imamade tsukamaseta negai no kakera mo

Kono me ni imamade niramaseta ashita no yukue mo

Kowasare chimau no ka?

Machigatte ita no ka?

Mizuumi no mieru TANPOPO oka no sakura no kinoshita de

Tegoro na himo to tegoro na dai wo tsugou yoku mitsu keta

Hanbun JOOKU de SETTINGU shite soko ni tatte mita toki

Manga mitai na ryou no namida ga afuretekita

Suunenmae ni moko no basho de yoku kossori nai takke

“Anoko ni furareta„ datoka kawaii mon datta kedo

Suunenmae to onaji kimochi de asahi wo mattenda

Ano yatara toku dara nai uta mo utai nagara

Genin fumei no namida wo nagashi nagara ano hi no kimochi de asahi wo matsu

Mata te wo fureru kana yume ga mieru ka na

Keshiki ni iro ga tsuku

Kono te ga yukkuri boku no migiue de ko wo egaita

Kono me ga karaujite tonde iku watake wo miokutta

Kono te ga imamade oto shita mono wa hiroeru ka na

Kono me ga ima demo girigiri de miete ite yokatta

Ano hi to chigau no wa

Hige no haeta kao guraisa

Translation

Under the cherry tree on the dandelion hill from where the lake can be seen
Slipping my hands in the pocket of my new coat
Several years ago as well I stood in this place
I remember, and finally I feel “I've returned home”

The fallen leaves piled up make a sond as I step on them
The same dry sound as that day
Waving hands at the rising morning sun I dreamt, while that day passed again

These hands can't wave, for they dropped too many important things
These eyes are getting bad for dreaming too many dreams

What's different from that day It's only me

Riding on a train Two hours in a minute, and I got to the city
Trying to show you that little pride of mine
Riding on this train Two hours in a minute, I can go home at any time
Thinking lightly so was my fault in the first place

“These and those brilliant things” we held in our hands here
More brilliant than them It was that day
I said I was afraid of it being spoiled splendidly
I search for confirm many times over

The fragments of wishes that were grabbed by those hands until now...
The direction of tomorrow that was stared by these eyes until now...

Will it be completely spoiled?
Was that my fault?

Under the cherry tree on the dandelion hill from were the lake can be seen
When I had the time I found a proper lead and a proper stand
When, like a half joke, I built a setting and tried to stand there
An amount of tears, like in a comic, started to overflow
Several years ago as well, I cried here often, secretly
For “I was dumped by her” She was cute, but...
With the same feelings as several years ago, I waited for the morning sun
While singing that random and trifling song

While shedding tears of unknown cause, I wait for the morning sun with the feelings of that day
Will I wave my hand again? Will I dream again?

These hands slowly drew an arc with my right hand
These eyes barely saw off the dandelions' fluff flowing away
These hands, will they pick up all they threw off until now
These eyes, I'm glad even now I could see them till the last moment

What's different from that day
It's this bearded face