帰ってこいよ [Kaettekoiyo] [English translation]

Rice stalks swaying, the countryside winds are either the tsking or sighs of the season of leaving people behind.

In a train station waiting room, I'm on the downswing. Without paying mind to anyone, I grow depressed. I grow depressed.

You mean to leave me anyway, don't you? Everyone in this town does too.

Is it that your resolve won't waiver, or that you have no hesitation?

Do you mean to abandon your hometown? Don't worry about it, it's fine as is. Don't turn back, don't stand still.

A flower, even if it blooms restlessly, even if it does not.

The cracked parts of the school's walls that we played at in our youths hurt us.

Guard rail, goal post, fishing harbor barge-- in this town anything and everything is rusted.

Are there any beautiful memories to be found here? My memories are all just of crying and being beaten down.

Everyone says that they hate this town, that they've all decided on hurrying up and getting out, but

come home. Even if there's something to finish, even if there isn't.

Your tactlessly frank heart probably won't be crushed in a rush hour train or such but

the sweat on your brow, the future, aspirations, and human relations, are tangled like the subway routes on a map.

If you have people by your side that you can trust, that's good. Even moreso if you find people you love.

It's not that solitude is bad, only that people are fragile. The more people you can rely on the better.

A pitch black night. Remember the town you were born in, because of the night's pitch blackness.

This year again, flowers bloomed.

The orchestra at the festival grounds resounds from far off. Even with you gone, summer will pass by but

I looking back to the vestiges of those waiting, waiting eagerly even without news.

After the festival, silence and darkness fall, the wreckage of fireworks and mania on the beach sands.

Seasons fly by, but my heart remains stopped. It has been, ever since the time you left.

Come home. Even if there's something to finish, even if there isn't.

The windmill in the bed of rape flowers. The convenience store is built, and the branch school building has been reconstructed too.

It's been quite a while since then, and this town too has changed completely.

Since they can't find work, same as always, the young ones have all up and left.

Even the park that we once used to play at a lot, they say is going to be demolished this year.

I wanted to be proud to say that my dream came true but I was ashamed to have said that I was giving up, but

if I can meet you laughing that'll be fine. Even if we haven't become great people, that'll be fine.

You who walks so gallantly in the gaps between buildings makes me think of your silhouette being illuminated by the sun.

If you're too busy then it can't be helped. Do as you like until you're satisfied.

Come home. Even if there's something to finish, even if there isn't.