I was waiting for you on that slope.
Farewell permeates our after-school rendezvous.

 As you turned around to my voice calling your name,
I was gazing at you, not even aware of the end of summer.

 To me, who back then was weak, strange, and on the verge of breaking,
you gave a pair of humble wings.
As the sun sets in the darkening sky, I search for a faint light.
If only I had been able to tell you that I loved you...

 The letter I wrote in the corner of my textbook
never managed to reach its destination.

 In my heart, I was still waiting for you.
I was waiting at some point in our restlessly passing days.

 Was I the one that had actually changed?
Every face now looked unfamiliar and quickly sank away.

 "You can't blame people for being crafty or trying to smooth over their faults."
These whispered words, having lost their destination, suddenly vanished.
The stars, rising out of twilight's darkness,
are gently illuminating my helpless present, just as how you did on that day.

 I will not forget.

 Even if our long held dream should be blurred or injured by the fickle wind,
we will still hold on to what's precious to us and live through today.

 Even though I still feel a dull pain from the shattered glass shard pierced in my bosom,
dazzling light is reflecting off that shard and sparkling in all directions.
I walk on the long slope towards the town that's shrouded in evening's darkness.
Your shards can always be found in this place.

 The constellation created by our joined hands
will always be sparkling no matter how far apart the stars [bad word]