nameraka ni sunda sawa no mizu wo
 tamerau koto mo naku nagashikomi
 natsukashiku [bad word] gogo no kaze wo
 nureta kubisuji ni ukete warau

 nousagi no [bad word] sama mo
 sasa yuri [bad word] hana no sugata mo
 yozora ni matataku hoshi no gure mo
 atarimae ni boku no me no naka ni

 kanarazu todoku to shinjiteita maboroshi
 kotoba ni mamireta NEGA no machi ha tsuzuku
 sayonara sayonara mado no soto no kimi ni
 sayonara iwanakkya

 ichibandori no uta de mezamete
 kanata no yama wo mite akubi [bad word]  itadaki no shiro ni [bad word]  suberiochiteiku kokoro no shizuku

 neyasai no doro wo arau kimi to
 engawa ni asobu bokura no ko to
 utsurautsura yawaraka na hizashi
 [bad word] koto no nai rinne no ue

 ano hi no tawago to gin no hako ni tsumete
 sayonara sayonara NEGA no machi ha tsuzuku
 sayonara sayonara itsu no hi ni ka kimi to
 mata aetara ii na 

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 Without hesitation I drink the
 smooth, clear stream water.
 I receive the familiar smelling evening wind
 on the [bad word] of my neck and laugh.

 The manner of the [bad word] away,
 the shape of the bright lilies and bamboo grass,
 the constellation blinking in the night sky,
 all reflect naturally in my eyes.

 The illusion I believed would surely arrive.
 Smeared with words, a negative image of the town persists.
 Goodbye, goodbye to you outside the window.
 I must say goodbye.

 Waking up at the song of the first [bad word] crow,
 I see the far away mountain and yawn.
 It makes me miss the snow-capped peaks;
 a droplet of the heart goes sliding downwards.

 You washing mud from the root vegetables,
 our child playing on the porch,
 and the soft lazy sunlight
 are part of the cycle of the soul that never ends.

 Stuffing the nonsense from that day in a silver box,
 I say goodbye, goodbye. 
 The negative image of the town persists.
 Goodbye, goodbye.
 I hope I will meet you again someday.