Though this town brings back no good memories
It still makes me sad to leave
On my way out, a rose daphne sees me off
Later, my friend, goodbye, my love

Evening shower, departure, the light ahead of me
Good old dreams of mine, I have yet to awake from them
Crying and feeling down, coming back to life each time
On the brand new you, the sun shines again

Counting the houses that pass me by
That many lives, that many partings
I get wiser once more
“I should’ve done it then,” it’s another passing scenery

Evening shower, departure, the light ahead of me
Good old dreams of mine, I have yet to awake from them
I surely swore then, that I’d never cry
Whistle of a beginning, echo of a parting

Through the bustle of urban life
A strong wind blows, a rural wind blows
I can’t even remember your face
Let’s just leave it there, let’s pretend that I forgot

Evening shower, departure, the light ahead of me
Good old dreams of mine, I have yet to awake from them
My eyes deceived me, a silhouette in a big city
That faraway city, I’ve looked up at for some years