過ぎ去った昔の記憶
昼間の暑さがまだ残る夕暮れ
聞こえてくるかえるの声、
名も知らぬ鳥の声、
虫の合唱、
生ぬるい風に吹かれながら心が旅した。
ほんの少しの間だけでも心の中で温めていたい遠い昔の記憶
Memory of the past
The evening where the heat of the daytime still remains
the voices of the frogs,
the calling voice of the birds whose names I don't even know
the chorus of the insects,
My mind travels into my past,
when I felt the warm wind I always remembered.
I want to keep this precious moment
of my memory I adore.
