Barefoot panic.
The loner kids who repeated the sprite-slashing experiments
Won't respawn from new lives -
I'm sure they just never die.
In a daze, we fell in love.
 We killed the toothless Sam.
He's buried underneath the oak tree.
No matter what happens, in this city, it's like sand in the wind.
Isn't that right?
In the middle of the sunflower field, we competed for first place.
A golden-yellow blanket, like one we'd snuggle up to -
We just can't go without sleeping.
Farewell, saintly hill of Golgotha.
I told a lie at church.
It's a long story, but everything came out,
So I can't stay here.
On the final night, I slipped out of the city,
Passing by the running Melos.
How much distance have I run over by now?
I'm terribly tired.
In the middle of the sunflower field, we competed for first place.
A golden-yellow blanket, like one we'd snuggle up to -
Oh, come on, we can't go without sleeping.
Bye-bye, everything; bye-bye, everything;
Bye-bye, everything; bye-bye, everything;
The sunflowers will always be 
calling out for me to go out to them,
And I'm sure that you'll be
Waiting there under the oak tree.
