Standing on the rooftop of a tall building,
Looking at the numerous buildings,
Looking at the busy traffic,
The splendid prosperity falls before your eyes,
What is presented is the flowing time.
Looking up at the dark sky,
Until my neck aches, until my tears fall,
The memories that remain in my mind,
It seems to have become a cloud of the past.
The woman standing on the railroad tracks,
It seems that I have become very fond of watching the sunset.
Her eyes were filled with sadness.
As long as you live before sunset,
Can't we still see the sunrise tomorrow?
Is this really the case?