When the whistle blows, some travelers go off without a backwards glance, tears are painful, laugher more so
So don’t leave behind a single strain of sorrow
Goodbyes to family, parting with friends, no matter where I live I’ll still be me – that’s no way to think
Own the wheel tracks of your life

Oh, I hate sad things but we’re always saying goodbye
Don’t go anywhere, stay in this town forever
Until you die from old age, want to live a life filled with laughter

If you can, please leave quietly, don’t leave behind a single strain of sorrow


Travelers don’t carry much luggage, because they leave their hometown and unforgettable memories behind at the starting station
Aomori Station is filled with sentimentality
I bragged that dreams were mere dreams, someone said dreams were to be made true, don’t listen to those whose dreams are over
If they’re your dreams, you should dream them

Oh, I hate painful things but we’re always battling
Don’t go anywhere, stay in this town forever
Until you die from old age, want to live a life filled with laughter

If you can, please leave quietly, don’t leave behind a single strain of sorrow


Warriors, heal your wounds, don’t fall while you’re on your path, some say they “won’t regret dyeing”
But here is someone that would regret your death
The path is long but the end is quick, it all begins once anxiety sets in, I don’t even know what happens beyond that
This is all I have to say

Oh, I hate loneliness but we’re always going off somewhere
Don’t go anywhere, stay in this town forever
Until you die from old age, want to live a life filled with laughter

The whistle blows so I’ll go too without leaving a single strain of sorrow
Without leaving a single strain of sorrow