Although the setting sun shines on the way home,
Shine on this small city where you and I grew up,
It has a long-distance station, a large hospital, and three cinemas.
I, who once walked every street with you, can no longer see its changes while walking in this town.
I am convinced that all the beauty I see actually existed in this world.
We bid farewell to the growing season, just like what the song says:
The afterglow of dusk is too sad,
Does it make you cry?
We are not sure about anything in front of us,
Although I occasionally wish I could face tomorrow without fear.
Although the setting sun shines on the way home,
Still have to move forward.