A swing is moving,
Moving like it’s laughing…
In the moonlit park
I see the person I was that day.
After the last train
Spits me out,
I go home hanging my head.
On my way up the long hill,
In an old room of mine,
I see happy-looking lights
From the windows.
Like my dreams,
They disappear
One by one.
A swing is moving,
Moving like it’s laughing…
In the moonlit park
I see the person I was that day.
When the cold wind blows,
I remember
Being seen off by my mother
At that country station.
In the end,
I didn’t speak to my father –
I thought
Our lifestyles were too different.
I didn’t even notice
How I was pretending to be strong,
And the mistakes I made.
A swing is moving,
Moving like it’s laughing…
When I was little,
I believed that I could swing by myself.
“Mom, don’t make me cry” –
I left one sentence
On her answering machine.
A swing is moving,
Moving like it’s laughing…
I see the person you were that day
When you pushed me.
I’m going to go back to the person I was that day.
I want to be that person.
taken from ” buranko ” –do as infinity translation
Filed under: Kata - kata
