I feel really bad
that I can't say it right.
I worried over it for a while
but I eventually gave up and fell asleep.
The air in this town on the weekend
is heavy with the crowd.
When I let out a deep sigh
the external speaker overrode it.
Even when I try to say it well
there never was anything to be communicated.
In this busy town
I look toward the sky.
and to that person who was so kind to me.
I shout out, "happy birthday."
A slight trouble got us lost
amongst the crowd.
And I started laughing
at people's stupid jokes.
I still don't know what to say
if I were to meet you
randomly somewhere in this town.
What's the meaning behind the tears
that I shed in this gradually crumbling world?
In this busy town
I look toward the sky
and to that person in a distant town.
I shout out, "happy birthday."