The sky of a warm midsummer melts the asphalt
I, that was scolded,
am disappearing in white
* In the middle of the mirage
some day the warm wind will leave my lonely me
wrapping my sweaty body
In the city where no one can be as pure as he was
a scream doesn't reach yet like it was in a dream
* repeat
At the time when the sweat of my body begins to dry and
the lamp lighted in the darkness,
the warm wind left(?) my lonely me
*repeat
Grasping the flower of the roadside,
my heart, that is going to break
please don't cry