From Fukuoka to Tokyo

The day has come for me to leave this room I've been used to living in
I'm still bewildered (困惑的) at this new journey

Inside the bus that's heading toward the station
I emailed my friend

I tried to call on (拜訪) the morning platform
But somehow, I felt that it was different

I came carrying an old guitar
I've placed out all of the pictures

I let something go and take something
I wonder if it's that kind of repetition?

This show of courage continues even in my dreams
If I became cowardly (膽小的), I would be cut off there

Inside the train that began to go
Just a little bit, I was moved to tears

This town that continues outside the window
I wished that it wouldn't change

The person who gave me the old guitar
Had said that Tokyo is scary

I've already stopped searching for an answer
It's fine being full of mistakes

The red evening glow was cut off at the building
Even if I endure the tears

Each journey that comes with the next morning
Has its doubtful places, right?

I can't simply choose the right thing
At least I understand that