Lyric added by: ndnick
The wind blows the sweet smell of the curry from the house, somewhere.
Your smile comes to mind.
At the end of next week, when I go to meet you I will buy a cake.
One by one the lights go out. The happy voices of the family remains. Someday, for myself, added the child acting spoiled.
“Welcome home” the kind face that hasn’t changed shows me in. Ah, I look up into the empty sky that has not a single star and I pray. The usual way back home.
Ah! Nobody is here. I am used to seeing nobody there when I return home, a one person scene.
In those days, it was natural that I had a bad experience with love there. Because of the many years it seemed my beloved would likely appear.
Always, my heart is full of memories. Nothing else can live up to them. Time is passing. Someday we will certainly have to meet our parting. I understand that as I look up at the night sky.
The wind sings. The words resound through my heart.
Always, my heart is full of memories. Nothing else can live up to them. Time is passing
The wind sings the normal way back home.