I'll turn right around the corner there. See you later.

I like the cherry blossoms that emerge quietly in the shade of the setting sun,

rather than the cherry blossoms that announce spring in the light of the morning sun.

I like the cherry blossoms that are sadly falling,

rather than the cherry blossoms in full bloom.

I'm not so honest as to stare at a carpet of cherry blossoms spreading all over the bottom of the ground after finishing their role as cherry blossoms.

I guess I'm not so honest at all.

Turning the corner to the right, there is a tree of falling cherry blossoms.

My house had passed by long ago.

I remember when we were talking about our future together.

I was gazing at your lonely profile.

Then I came to the next town without knowing it.

There were people who I didn't know in a park where I didn't know.

I saw children who I didn't know playing in front of a candy store where I didn't know.

You were the only one I knew.

I thought I knew you, but you looked so lonely.

I realized now that I don't know anything about you.

You really don't want to care about our future or what's going on in the world.

Maybe you wanted me to cherish the present moment more than anything else.

Even if I despise the present moment and gaze desperately at some faraway place,

even if I stare at the faint light behind me

I couldn't see your face as you walked beside me.

It was only now that I realized.

When I came back to myself and looked at the present

I felt I understood you a little.

I was afraid to walk on the road with no end in sight.

But if I listen carefully and look around me with my eyes

I can see the brightness on ordinary days.

Cherry blossoms are blown in the wind.

Petals are falling endlessly.

I look up and start walking.