Goodbye.
Even if you can’t remember me, don’t cry, ok?
That’s a lie from a fairy tale land.  The [bad word] is I want you to cry just a little bit.
4am.  station that’s still dark.
I’m waiting for the first train.
Full of texts I can’t erase.
If I open my phone, a dream light.*

There’s only one thing I wish for, I wonder how far it could go?
The rails stretching onward until you creaked gently.

This train is “bound for memory”.
At that time, it was announced “See you later.”

The world spins round and round.
The lingering moon at daybreak has a bored face too.
If I brought you far away would you have laughed, leaning against (me)?**

sparkling river of light, reflected in the glass window.
Passing through “You Station”, heading for the farthest town.

Why is it, I wonder, without any reason,
the calm peacefulness is just scary.

pendulum clock.  I’ll swallow a [bad word]  show you I can put it in motion.
Passing all the days, until my breaths stop I won’t forget

There’s only one thing I wish for, I wonder how far it could go?
I got off at a noisy, bustling platform where only you were missing.

I wrote a text I won’t send.
If I close my phone, the time flashes.

How am I reflected in the eyes of the unknowing you, I wonder?