Leaving behind the rose summon,
This foggy song at the moment of separation,
Flowing like rivers lengthily,
I am leaving this city,
Oh, like the dead
If songs mean taking refuge in a scream
Now, like an eternal fire
If I weren't in love, it would have been so easy to walk away
Like a wounded bird
This is the summer story of a brown-haired child
I passed amidst you with songs
Staying silent for a long while, like the lonely,
I am dreaming of this city
Oh, like a love
If songs mean taking refuge in a scream
Now, like an eternal fire
If I weren't in love, it would have been so easy to walk away
Like a wounded bird
I am dreaming of this city
Like a last love