Koibito Yo (Oh Lover)

As the dry leaves fall at dusk,
They tell of the cold days to come.
On the broken bench in the rain,
There’s no song whispering of love.

Oh lover, come close to me,
Stay by my side as I freeze.
And I want you to laugh and say,
This breakup talk is just a joke.

Running down the gravel path,
People pass by like a marathon.
As if wishing for forgetfulness,
They’re tempting me to stop.

Oh lover, goodbye,
Seasons will keep turning,
But the two of us from that day,
Like shooting stars, we shine and fade, a fleeting dream.