On a springtime morning, bright and clear,
At a tiny station, I waited near.
With hope and love, like the train I see,
Casting my shadow, smoking free.
The smoke would drift, my shadow fly,
As pigeons soared in the sunny sky.
With no shame, they fluttered high,
Like hopes that rise and pass us by.
Oh, the train keeps moving fast,
But memories of youth will last.
Spring may fade, the days may go,
But love and hope, forever flow.
The train brought nothing new to bear,
It carried me far without a care.
Springtime vanished, passed away,
To a quiet room where I would stay.
In Tokyo’s peaceful, distant air,
I’d long for me that stayed back there.
Like hope and love that once were mine,
I’d cherish them through passing time.
Today the train goes by once more,
Without a meaning, like before.
And still I wait, and still I stand,
On hills near stations, close at hand.
Oh, the train keeps moving fast,
But memories of youth will last.
Spring may fade, the days may go,
But love and hope, forever flow.
Though I wait, and time moves on,
The love I knew is never gone.
I pace the hill near that old track,
As if the past might wander back.
Today, the trains go rushing by,
But youth will linger, never die.
Oh, youth, stay there, forevermore,
Upon that platform’s quiet floor.
Even if the world moves fast,
I’ll hold to moments from the past.
Spring may fade, but memories stay,
As trains roll by and slip away.
The hills I pace, the smoke, the sky,
They pass, but still I wonder why.
For youth remains, as years move slow,
A sweet memory, forever to grow.
Oh, the train keeps moving fast,
But memories of youth will last.
Spring may fade, the days may go,
But love and hope, forever flow.