Hikarabita michi o nukereba
Mizumizushiku kuruisaku hana ni
Tadoritsuku wa

Sabita kami kaze ni nosete
Arukidasu no atashi o mitsukete
Ageru tame ni

Afureru kotoba ga oto o hoshigatte
Karadajuu ga kishimidasu

Aitakute daite hoshikute
Kurushikute kanashikute umaku waraenai
Yakeruyou na arashi ga sotto
Munamoto de kawaiteru kasabuta o hagasu

Kazarezu ni tada watashi wa koko de
Hitoshirezu sakebu youni
Karetemo utau no
Kechirashita natsu no zangai

Itazura ni fureru tenohira [1]
Hanenokete tsuba o hakikakete
Saa nigenakya

Kakaeta itami ga yasashisa oboete
Netsu o obita yuugure

"Sayonara" no tayorinai te mo
Ima ja mou shikkari to dareka o tsutsunde
Daijoubu. Watashi wa sugu ni
Nukumori mo kuchidzuke mo wasurete shimau no

Sore na noni kudakareta hiza wa chi no umi
Mogaku youni itoshisa o
Sagashitsudzuketeru
Kienai no? Natsu no zangai

Aitakute daite hoshikute
Kurushikute kanashikute umaku waraenai
Yakeruyou na arashi ga sotto
Munamoto de kawaiteru kasabuta o hagasu

Kazarezu ni tada watashi wa koko de
Hitoshirezu sakebu youni
Karetemo utau no
Kechirashita natsu no zangai
(Hah-ah...)

If I pass through the dry roads,
I'll arrive at fresh flowers
That have bloomed out of season.

I walk forward,
With rusted hair blowing in the wind,
So that you can find me...

The words that pour out need sound
As my entire body begins to creak...

I want to see you, I want you to hold me --
I'm hurt and sad; I can't seem to smile.
A burning storm softly peels off
The dry scabs within my breast...

I can't say it any better; I'll just be here.
And even if I wither away,
I'll sing like I was screaming in secret...
I kicked away the remains of summer.

I pushed aside and spit on a palm [1]
That mischievously touched me;
Now I've got to run away...

The pain I've suffered is recalling gentleness,
As dusk takes on a fever...

Now I'll wrap this unreliable hand
That waves "goodbye" around someone firmly,
And everything will be okay. Soon I'll
Forget the warmth and kisses...

But still my ruined knee is a sea of blood;
My ongoing search for love
Is like a struggle...
Will the remains of summer not disappear?

I want to see you, I want you to hold me --
I'm hurt and sad; I can't seem to smile
A burning storm softly peels off
The dry scabs within my breast...

I can't say it any better; I'll just be here.
And even if I wither away,
I'll sing like I was screaming in secret...
I kicked away the remains of summer.
(Hah-ah...)