At dawn in Tokyo
How many local trains have I seen go byWhat am I exactly waiting for?When I deeply breathed in the low airI had a whiff of Tokyo
The tune from my hometown that I hum is smothered by the surging crowd"I can't see what's dear to me", I whisper, in the blowing wind
At dawn in Tokyo, I hear the footsteps of someone elseThe scenery is transformed at a hasty pace, replacing the night's melancholyWhere does this path lead? I can't seem to laugh how I'd like toWithout anyone knowing, I'm shrouded in darkness and, all alone, I murmur "Tokyo"
In a soap bubble I see the inverted reflectionOf a faint light and a bellflowerTime went by and, on my ownI went live at someone's in Tokyo
On the other side of the silent level crossing*I always look for you there to greet me and wish me good luck
Why does my chest hurt more and more at every breath?I cry a few lukewarm tears before slowly lifting my headWhere will a foreigner go if the next train doesn't arrive?Under a starless sky, it's pouring down on Tokyo
It's not light yet on Tokyo