Lyrics & Music : Yoda Kazuo

Weathercock, looking at the end of the summer from far away, what do you think?

Thinking about those trailing plants, I return to the time that surpass.

At this time I'm tired of walking, the sky looks kind.

The sound of wind invites us to the place you were born.

A voice of mixed dialects, you become lovelier.

Under the sun set, I wonder if it will be sunny tomorrow.

I will kick off my shoes up to the sky.

I look at the reddish sky, it's becoming you without me noticing.

Looking down on the flower bloomed at the bank, it becomes me and smiles back.

You fade into the layers of memories, just like that.

I hung the insect case with a strip of fabric. While making scratch marks,

I look at the floating clouds on the sky.  Dreams are taken on board and time stopped.

I wonder if I could do a full swirl on the school's horizontal bar.

If I snuggle my shoulder next to you,

I would have been kissing you.

Weathercock, looking at the end of the summer from far away, what do you think?

Thinking about those trailing plants, I return to the time that surpass.

I fade into a scenery that I do not know, just like that.

I'm used to live in a city without wind but

the sky searched for me and the weathercock.

I look at the reddish sky, it's becoming you without me noticing.

Looking down on the flower bloomed at the bank, it becomes me and smiles back.

It is sad but lovely, the ending summer becomes windy.

If you've closed your eyes and listened carefully, it would have become a future of you and me.

A future of you and me...