Our cheeks glow red by soft sunlight.
Setting sun bursts and it doesn’t let our eyes open.

It’s sad but it can’t be helped.
My hands got wet in the sun.
Such unbearable brightness
made me feel lost on my way home.

Like falling, the madder-colored sunlight hit me.

Just a little more
I could almost love a piece of myself.
But the setting sun didn’t let my eyes open before I knew it
in the quiet evening calm.

It’s sad but it can’t be helped.
My hands touched the sun.
Like burning with a feeble flame,
it scorched just my fingertips.

Like grapes hanging from a high branch,
it’s unreachable, so don’t you dare.
I wonder if I fell in love.
Like that setting sun,
if there’s no reason for falling, I’d rather―

Our cheeks glow red by soft sunlight.
Setting sun bursts and if it just lights up our way―

Then I could almost love a piece of myself.
I saw you smiling shyly at the setting sun.
In the quiet evening calm,
we can’t even open our eyes.