I will start on a trip, swaying in a train again just began moving.
Though I want to be there, there are many things for me to do.
I feel lonesome. For now just say good bye.

What I have are feet I can walk with, eyes I can look ahead with,
both hands which are awkward and weak, will that I have to do something.

I will go across a lot of stations, it comes into view at last.
I am going to live alone in a town which nobody knows.

I will start on a trip, swaying in a train again just began moving.
Though I want to be there, there are many things for me to do.
I feel lonesome. For now just say good bye.

I will go across a lot of stations, it comes into view at last.
I am going to live alone in a town which nobody knows.

I will start on a trip, swaying in a train again just began moving.
Though I want to be there, there are many things for me to do.
I feel lonesome. For now just say good bye.