Even if I forget to sing a song... (uta o utau nowa wasuretemo) Even if I forget to sing a song The flowers of the fields at dusk remain in my eyes Leaving the city, I take the bus on the Nakasendo road I get off the bus and cross the bridge If I forget the faces of those who waved to me Like a mole on the field The dark red flowers linger in my eyes The sound of the river fades into the distance If I forget the voice of yesterday's caller The silence of the fields overflows in the field Floral murmurs overflow into the flowers I lose sight of me
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Even if I forget to sing a song... (uta o utau nowa wasuretemo) Even if I forget to sing a song The flowers of the fields at dusk remain in my eyes Leaving the city, I take the bus on the Nakasendo road I get off the bus and cross the bridge If I forget the faces of those who waved to me Like a mole on the field The dark red flowers linger in my eyes The sound of the river fades into the distance If I forget the voice of yesterday's caller The silence of the fields overflows in the field Floral murmurs overflow into the flowers I lose sight of me