Wakkanai
A scribble of an amoeba-like dog, a garage filled with blurred tiresThe song made from 3 chords, replaced our unlucky day
A stiff wind, in our tedious town, a cloudy, seldom sunny skyI'm being pinned down. An old piano whines.
Toward the brightness, away from this placeI'll draw a curve, and emotions spring forth
Swelling music, our parade, raising it to burst the eardrumMy cold and numb palm, a grasped guitar, strums to burst the eardrum
A runaway girl of English influence, sulking in the beating rainHolding up an umbrella with a hole in it, I follow after
Sitting cross-legged on the withered leavesThe profile of you looking so far away stabs my chest
The parade that's starting here now, it continues onYou and the wind and the cloudy sky become one and spring forth
Barefoot footprints, I deeply want to leave many moreI jump up and down to show you, so that I can make you laugh
What do you like, what do you hate, what do you have, what have you lost,Where should we face, Wherever with youI don't care if I'm laughed at
The key to the garage hung around my neckGoodbye, cold water of the flowing streamListening to that song
Over the withered leaves, running faster than the windEverything visible becomes one within me
The parade that's starting here now, let's keep it goingA ringing melody so your face next to me won't get cloudy.
Swelling music, our paradeSwelling music, our parade
A scribble of an amoeba-like dog, a garage filled with blurred tiresThe old piano creaked out a tune, There is no longer anyone here