I'm going from there
Since singing, from the direction
From this kind of motion sickness
Starting from that thought
From the song that can make us drift apart
Tide and Ebb
The sea, today as well
Touching the shore in silence
They drift apart again, without a word
With every surging wave
Call it a meeting
With every receding wave
If I may call it a farewell
How many times
Did they meet each other
As the waves wet the sand
You came close to me
Like the marks left on the wet sand
I remembered you
But the sea is
I don't know how to hold on
The tide will surely come
Just as the ebb tide must turn
In a meeting, someday
Farewell Comes
That doesn't mean
Does the sea hate the waves
No.
Because I know you'll come back
The receding waves
I just watch quietly
Even on the day you and I part ways
The sea won't change, will it
Even the ship that disappeared beyond the horizon
As if returning someday
Our time too
Because it probably hasn't completely disappeared
Encounters Are Like the High Tide
It came without warning
Farewell, Like the Ebb
Left without a word
I remain in the meantime
I look at the warmth you left behind
And someday
When another wave comes
You'll find out then
Leaving means
It's not over
the one I can meet again
That it was the sea's way
Like the High Tide and the Low Tide
Like Meeting and Parting
We drift apart from each other
They turn toward each other again
Like the boundless sea
Will the longing end
From then on, from the end, and from right ahead—now we're almost there!