遠い街
Distant Town
In a distant town, surrounded by mountains, stands an old gas station
Day after day, waiting for customers, the man there works away
Unconcerned with the oil and sweat sullying his hands
He simply smokes his cigarette
In the scorching afternoon heat, he opens the half-broken faucet
Cool water spraying against his tanned, brawny arms
In a nursery school, near the gas station, is where his lover works
She yearns for the big city; says it’s her dream to live there
She would always tell him
“Let’s leave this place together!”
Not saying a word, he would light his cigarette
Always a hint of sadness on his face, removing his glasses
Staying here would ruin them, she would insist
Him, always just quietly listening, wiping his glasses
Dust blowing in the dry wind across the road
Today, just as every other day, he heads to work
Even if everyone else was to go, leaving him in his lonesome
He alone would remain in this town, no matter what
Her feelings grow distant — she gives up on the halfhearted man
And one morning, she quits her job and gets on a long-distance bus
As they parted the man spoke
“Think of me when you get lonely”
Dust blowing in the dry wind across the road
The bus, with her inside, vanishes into the distance
While everyone else abandons this place, leaving it behind
He alone would remain in this town, living there forever
Today, just as every other day, he lights his cigarette
Only a hint of sadness on his face, removing his glasses
Even if everyone else was to go, leaving him in his lonesome
He alone would remain in this town, no matter what