After this, where you are walking to? Nobody knows; I don’t even know
On that summer day within an album was a flower that dances in the gentle wind
On the second floor of an apartment in southern *Nishiogi, we exchanged our first kiss
I’m a honeybee, and you an azalea- A flower that dances in the gentle wind
I touched your hair and body and I smelt your sweet scent
**Graceful flower…gentle flower…elegant flower…tender flower…
During my way home past the Orion constellation*** I listened closely for an echo****
The distant sun is setting over the Azusa River
As I count my memories the bus continues on
The light in the tunnel is flowing
Graceful flower…elegant flower…Suddenly you sing
On that summer day within an album was a flower that dances in the gentle wind
Graceful flower…gentle flower…elegant flower…tender flower…