Can I return to meet you before the festival?
The short distance to return is far in my heart
It’s how I am today, and my grandfather
Holding my shoulder, he won’t let me
Haa, hey, the red sky
Wiping away my tears
The sunset in the gradation of an ink painting is a little despairing
The railway train’s steam whistle shrieks
Someday I’ll do it, I tell you
Fallen leaves of a dream piled up in my chest
Haa, hey, beloved
Just a drop of sake
The dried flowers of a white gourd
When will they bloom, quivering in the rain?
Supporting a dream, going alone
My willpower is the milestone of tomorrow
Haa, hey, isn’t it painful?
Shall I gather my defeats?