The horizon and the sweet late-summer ocean breeze
Blowing through the girl’s newly cut short hair
Melancholy carried by a freight train running across the seashore
Tears and the prologue to a kiss hidden inside a seashell
Summer bluer than the sea…
Memories now flowing from the car stereo
Sounds of the waves and your singing
In the vast loneliness of a late-summer sunset beach
Chasing after the shadow of her straw hat blowing in the wind
Running across the shore with her toenails painted red
Creating ripples in the water
Epilogue to a nearly forgotten mermaid fairytale
Summer deeper than the sea…
Ah, resounding from the far corners of my memory
Sounds of the waves and your singing
I always knew it would one day end like this
Our brief time together
Like bubbles fading into the bottom of the ocean
Even if you were a fish I would still find you
Endlessly I keep calling out your name
Where are you singing now?
Shadows of the night strike against the window
Filling this city covered in stardust
To return by your side
I begin to doze off
Rainbow-colored neon lights; a town parade
Two lovers waiting for a love that would never return
As if in search for a continuation of their dream
They silently close their eyes
A pleasant dizziness
The lights shivering
Writing down a near-forgotten melody
And its abstract lyrics
Shadows of the night strike against the window
Filling this city covered in stardust
In complete stillness
A single fragment of a solitary cloud separates from the rest
Sitting down on a chair that feels like a memory
Through my fingers I look up at the indigo blue sky
When a flower quietly swaying by the waterside
Suddenly blooms as if in a dream
Sounds of bossa nova leaking out
The distant roar of the sea
Ah, the night is so thick
It hides you within the seasons
A hundred miles of moonlight
Throwing off the hands of my watch “Nostalgia”
Like mist on the surface of a broken street light
You begin to fade away
As serenity falls upon my shoulders
サンクト・ペテルブルグ ～ダジャレ男の悲しきひとり旅～
St. Petersburg
~The Sad Solitary Journey of a Man Who Loves Bad Puns~
It was — let’s see — around 9 hours after departure from Narita
As I sleepily saw from my window a faraway city, glittering with lights
“Seeing it this clearly without any clouds or mist… I’ve actually flown this route many times,
But that’s not something you see very often. It used to be called Leningrad…”
“Ah, Finland?” “No, Russia.”
The stewardess smiled at me
Ah, such a pretty smile…!
This is how love stories begin
With meaningless, petty conversations like this
The sun sinks into the horizon and the sky turns dark
And if you were sitting beside me right now
I suppose you’d be giving me a proper scolding
By the way, my final destination is Paris
That’s difficult to pronounce — “Paris”
I’ll be spending a week there
Going around wine fields in a rental car
Speaking in simple French to everyone I meet, time passes slowly
And just like that, I have to fly home tomorrow, merci beaucoup
Ah, but I feel a bit lonely, beaucoup
Teary-eyed, I vigorously wave my hand
And before I notice it, I’ve lost the keys to my rental car
The children all laughing Comment allez vous?
This is how love stories begin
Right when you’re just sitting around off-guard
You won’t know what to do
Aren’t they pitiful, the skies so high?
And if you were sitting beside me right now
I suppose you’d be giving me another proper scolding
But in the end
No matter what I see or do
It all leads back to you
I loved you so much I could cry
If I could see you even just one time more
There are so many things I’d want to show you
So many things I’d want to talk to you about
Maybe one day we’ll randomly bump into each other
And maybe I’ll actually be able to tell you a joke or three
Like nothing had ever changed
Or maybe you’ll already be married to some elite businessman