Akatsuki No Kuruma

In the shade where the wind beckons, I cry
Unaware of myself, I watched myself
The guitar plays the tune of those who leave
The stars fall with the lament of those who don't come

Don't go, no matter how much I scream
Only the orange petals sway quietly
Left on a gentle forehead
The memories of the palm are distant
Trembling with the eternal goodbye

The burning car pushes away the child's heart
Touching the gentle hand
The guitar plays the lament of those who leave
The strings in the chest resound fiercely

In the white untouched by sadness
The orange petals swayed in the summer shadows
Even if I lose the gentle forehead
I'll go beyond the red-dyed sand
The rhythm of goodbye

Burning all memories, moving forward on the earth
There are things sprouting nostalgically

Seeing off the dawn's chariot
The orange petals still sway somewhere
Until I hold the peaceful dawn I once saw
Don't extinguish the light
The car keeps turning