Romaji
machikado no hon'ya de tachiyomi wo
shiteta
tada no shounen datta hi ga
kono mune ni hashagu
ishi koro no nukemichi
katakuzure no [shatsu]
[tenka] ni kureta kizu ato
honoka na hatsukoi
tokimeki wa aseru to shirazu ni
shounen wa mujaki ni asonda
nanimo ka mo omoi no mama
kowareru mono wa nanimo nakute
dekinai koto wa nanimo nakute
ushinau koto mo kizukanai mama ni
kaze no michi wo hashitteta
kakenuketa [shigunaru]
zubunure no [yunifoomu]
chikara makase no ano uta
suna ni toketa natsu
jikan sae sugiru to shirazu ni
shounen wa sono hi ni asonda
nanimo ka mo muchuu no mama
mayoeru mono wa nanimo nakute
utagau koto wa nanimo nakute
wakareru koto wo kizukanai mama ni
kaze no naka wo oyoideta
kowagaru mono wa nanimo nakute
kizutsuku mono wa nanimo nakute
ushinau koto wo kizukanai mama ni
soshite [boku] wa koko ni iru
English
Those days when I was an average boy
who stood around browsing through books
in the corner bookstore
are vivid in my heart.
A road where a rock was missing,
a disheveled shirt,
a scar like one left by a lightning bolt,
(and) the faint stirrings of a first
crush.
Unaware of the unrelenting pulse of my
heartbeat,
that boy played in innocence
as though thinking of anything and
everything...
As though nothing at all were broken,
as though nothing at all were impossible,
as though never noticing that anything
could be lost,
I ran along the road of the winds.
Having run through a signal
in a dripping wet uniform,
in the summer when that encouraging song
dissolved into dust,
without recognizing that time was even
passing,
a boy played on that day
as though entranced by anything and
everything.
As though nothing at all were
bewildering,
as though nothing at all were
untrustworthy,
as though never noticing that I could be
parted from anything,
I swam in the center of the winds.
As though nothing at all should be
feared,
as though nothing at all could wound,
as though never noticing that anything
could be lost,
and so, here I am.
Kanji
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