While the scenery of the town where I was born and raised is reflected outside the window
The silver train passes by, carrying me along.

I can't go back to those days when I just laughed without knowing anything.
By connecting the words and wisdom I've received, I'm sure I can smile properly today as well.

What I saw through the train window was the same town as it was that day.
Why do I feel so sad? Why do tears well up?
That day, as I watched the train, it was like something I had longed for and dreamed of.
We're almost there, but why am I crying?

I didn't have the courage to throw everything away, so I just complained.
I've wanted this ticket so badly ever since, and I finally got my hands on it.
I shouldn't have any doubts whatsoever.

What I saw through the train window was the same town as it was that day.
Why do I feel so sad? Why do tears well up?
That day, as I watched the train, it was like something I had longed for and dreamed of.
We're almost there, but why am I crying?
Why am I crying? Why am I crying?