Melody of a Farewell Gift

Earrings sway in the evening breeze and orange setting sun.

Your eyes stared down at the bench.

It's farewell, if you put out your cigarette.

I won't cry anymore

because I have good smiling memories of our parting.

We who were torn apart,

let's bloom a brilliant flower some day.

"Farewell..." "Farewell..." Softly,

I send you one last kiss from my quivering lips.

The balcony the swallow left from, lay two snuggling sandals.

Hey (look,) our memories were scattered as far as a place like this. (Oh,) such lovely days.

I stared up... where are those immutable things,

like this sky?

The road that is still unseen grows misty with my tears.

I who stand there, wonders if I can become strong.

But still, nevertheless, come tomorrow a new sun will rise.

Surely (as the sun,) even I will rise too.

Having something lost and to gain something (in return.)

"That day you waved your hand with a display of composure..."

I have no regrets!

We who were torn apart,

let's bloom a brilliant flower some day.

Oh, those days, days where I loved someone...

giving me a farewell gift. So, just believe.