R24-D

The horizon at the end of summer and the sweet salt wind
My newly cut short hair brushes past my shoulder

The freight trains which travel along the coast bring with them melancholy
Tears, and the prologue to a kiss hidden in a seashell
Even bluer than the sea, a single summer's...

Now, the memories which flow from the car stereo
Are the sounds of the waves and your singing voice

"The dusk at the end of summer is always lonely,"
I chased after the shadow of a straw hat that was blown away in the wind

Walking along the beach with a red pedicure, the ripples multiply
The epilogue of a fairy-tale mermaid which I had begun to forget
Even deeper than the sea, a single summer's...

Ah, I can hear it coming from my recollections in the distance
The sounds of the waves, and your singing voice

I knew that it would end like this someday
A short season
The drops of foam disappeared to the bottom of the sea

If I could find you, even as a fish
The name I've called out so many times
Is singing somewhere right now