Hamabe No Uta

Tomorrow, if I wander by the shore,
I’ll remember the days of yore.
The sound of the wind, the clouds drifting by,
The waves rolling in, the sea’s colors high.

Last night, as I passed by the shore,
I recalled the people from before.
Oh, waves that come in, waves that retreat,
The moon’s glow and the shadows of stars so sweet.

The swift winds blow through the town,
The red of the sunset, the sun going down.
The darkness has already begun to fade,
At the shore, the memories cascade.