Living in This City
After spending a lifetime staring at a sky so empty that it’s practically blank space,Everything eventually ceased to matter, especially my insignificant worries;The sky of the city in which I was born… and live…
If I were to say the things I’m worried about, there’d be no end, and I know that;If I’ve depressed myself by thinking of pointless things, I only need to smile when tomorrow comes.These are my feelings as I walk slowly down the path home.
Even if I quarrel and fuss with the pointy edges of my daily life,This city has drank of it all deeply; no matter whether I laugh or cry, up in the sky above…
The consistently red sunset tells me that the future is uncertain.In this city, through which we’ve grown so accustomed to walking, we wander like children,Looking for a guide to tomorrow.I wonder how much longer I can go on believing from here on out;I become uneasy whenever the wind suddenly stops.I’m living in this city.
Under the curtain of night, the last JR train whisked you away.Our feelings weren’t just us running away, or being sympathetic;No matter what happens… I’m your ally… your friend.
Any of the darkness that lies ahead, like becoming lost or learning to hate everything,You’ve shredded to pieces. Is there a single thing you could still wish for?
The red sunset back then entrusted us with an uncertain future.The dreams we swore to, as well as our ideals, are nothing more than junk now,As they rust within the flow of time.Even so, I still want to believe that nothing has come to an end;I pretend that I’m unconcerned and grow stronger with the passing days.I’m living in this city.
Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. The scenery of the city changes, and there’s you and I struggling within it.There’s hope, slander, ideals, and self-derision… and battling with them are our suspecting hearts… our selves.
Within the consistently red sunset, the shadows of you setting off on a journey,Lay themselves long and narrow down the streets you’ve grown accustomed to walking;They stretch as if drawing a guide to tomorrow.I wonder how much longer I’ll walk on, worrying, from here on out.But I’m okay with that… I’ll take hold of both hope and suffering.I’m living in this city.I’ll go on living here… from here on out.