Leaving the things I want to forget to drift helplessly in the wind, 
I fall over with grief, while the image of you in your yukata blurs away. 
The flowers in our once held hands have split into many pieces, 
as they painfully remind me of the stupid arguments we have had.

The sunflowers turn in accordance with the clouds in the sky's crevice. 
Like fireworks, you disappear as soon as the flower petals have scattered. 
Making a long sigh, I have hung these words to my mouth: 
"It's no good... It must be a lie... It has to be a dream..."
 [bad word] to the summer days! You may have lost your summer's painting, 
but let's repaint anew the sunshower that has peeled from the canvas.

The mimosa grass droops their leaves lazily at the height of the summer's night. 
When the scent of your hair was dancing, I, [bad word] into contact with you, 
was foolishly trying to bluff. Now, I am gradually being overtaken by time. 
Your smile...is disappearing...and growing hazy...

But still, these are the summer days, not so different from the springtime. 
Look, beyond the door is a sunny-side room, with you in it.  [bad word] to the summer days! This time, [bad word] away, 
let's knock on the door, and then a sunshower will return!