Songs of the Breeze

Sunflowers stand alone, blooming.
I wait for a train on a deserted platform,
summer sun coaxing sweat,
seeking refuge under the old station’s eaves.

Suddenly you ask,
or perhaps held the question close to your heart:
"If you could travel far, where would you go?"

I falter.
My pulse pounds, a rhythm
matching the warning bell’s ring.
I whisper, "Anywhere... with you."

"What? I didn't hear you,"
you lean in, trying to catch my words again.

The words, hidden deep in my heart,
swell with a sudden heat.
As the train sighs and slides in,
I whisper, "Anywhere...
as long as I can be with you,
to the very end of the world."

And that too, you did not hear—
for I whispered it as if it couldn't be heard.

In the sky,
a giant cloud
pretends not to notice,
watching me quietly—
me, who lacks the courage to speak.

【Japanese version】