Oh, September’s waves are fading
Inbetween the waves, the shadows of Summer slip in and out
Oh, moved by the soft sound of the waves
I suddenly have to think of you
I dwell on this nameless season
As if to offer the rest of my heart
To the ash-colored sky
The playful wind gently brushes my cheek
And fades into the sand
Surely reaching your town at last
Maybe gently touching the tips of your hair
Oh, the sounds of my heart beat and my footsteps
Travel lightly on their own, across thе far and wide sea
Oh, making me somеhow lonely
Making me somehow long to hear your voice
As I move without knowing
I start to hear you from somewhere
The sounds of your footsteps hurrying, as if to match mine
The wind gently grazes my right cheek
And gushes away slowly
Coming to your town tomorrow
And telling you my feelings
The playful wind gently brushes my cheek
And fades into the sand
Coming to your town tomorrow
And telling you my feelings