This year's winter, I was sure
We would be meeting again
Even after 4 years, you immediately smiled at me
On the way home from Miyajidake Shrine
In the middle of the path downhill,
In order to warm up the tomorrow
that seems almost frozen
I swing my arms
The town in my memories, under the twilight,
Rather than becoming nostalgic
In an even faster speed
Time seems to be rewinding itself
But the red muffler caught my attention
"Will you come back once in a while?"
You asked with a tiny voice
I started to nod but
...no
What if you already have a girlfriend?
I thought about that, absent-minded
Perhaps, that muffler too
is a present from her?
Unexpected reunions,
It's better to past them by quickly
Surely, the memories would change too
I know I'm not going back, to those days when I started
to love,
I'm just glancing over my shoulder for a little while.
As soon as this season is over, the two of us (wo)
Will be separated once again right?
We always talk about this
Just like that day
The cold wind blows
In between the two of us lies a mean little joke
Erased by the uttered good byes
In reality I think,
You wanted me to stop you from leaving.
But I understand that
I'm probably thinking too much right?
ah ah la la la...
Each time a red muffler
catches my attention
We would be meeting again
Even after 4 years, you immediately smiled at me
On the way home from Miyajidake Shrine
In the middle of the path downhill,
In order to warm up the tomorrow
that seems almost frozen
I swing my arms
The town in my memories, under the twilight,
Rather than becoming nostalgic
In an even faster speed
Time seems to be rewinding itself
But the red muffler caught my attention
"Will you come back once in a while?"
You asked with a tiny voice
I started to nod but
...no
What if you already have a girlfriend?
I thought about that, absent-minded
Perhaps, that muffler too
is a present from her?
Unexpected reunions,
It's better to past them by quickly
Surely, the memories would change too
I know I'm not going back, to those days when I started
to love,
I'm just glancing over my shoulder for a little while.
As soon as this season is over, the two of us (wo)
Will be separated once again right?
We always talk about this
Just like that day
The cold wind blows
In between the two of us lies a mean little joke
Erased by the uttered good byes
In reality I think,
You wanted me to stop you from leaving.
But I understand that
I'm probably thinking too much right?
ah ah la la la...
Each time a red muffler
catches my attention