Hamada Shougo/Rojiura no Shounen

Rojiura no Shounen
(The Boy in the Alley)

Hamada Shougo

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Mayonaka no kousha no shiroi kabe ni Wakari no uta kizamikonda Asayake no hoomu ni Aitsu no kao sagashita kedo namida de miezu "Tabi ni demasu" kakioki tsukue no ue Haamonika poketto ni sukoshi no kozeni Sayonara no imi sae mo shiranaide Wake mo naku kudakete wa tenohira kara ochita Are wa ore juuroku Tooi sora wo akogareteta rojiura de Arubaito densha de yokohama made Kaeru koro wa gozen reiji Furuboketa fooku gitaa Mado ni motare oboetate no "kaze ni fukarete" Semai heya de nakama to yume egaita Itsuka wa kono kuni me wo samasu to Uragiri no imi sae mo shiranaide Wake mo naku kudakete wa tenohira kara ochita Are wa ore juuhachi Kata subomete machitsuzuketa rojiura de Akachaketa koujou no takai kabe ni Taorekaketa kaerimichi Ie wo dete hajimete furusato no haha ni "Genki desu" to kaita tegami Koi ni ochite tomadou netsu no naka de Itsu shika futari de sugosu yogoto ni Yasashisa no imi sae mo shiranaide Wake mo naku kudakete wa tenohira kara ochita Are wa ore nijuuichi Hosoi kata wo dakishimeteta rojiura de Kuchizusameba kanashii uta bakari Todokanu omoi ni mune wo itamete Kyou mo mata yobu koe ni kotaete wa Wake mo naku kudakete wa tenohira kara ochite Ima wa ore nijuuni Hajimete shiru yukidomari no rojiura de

In the middle of the night I carved A farewell song into the white school wall In the morning glow I searched for her face On the train platform, but couldn't see through my tears I left a message on my desk: "I'm leaving on a journey" With my harmonica and a little change in my pocket Not even knowing the meaning of goodbye It all crumbled and fell through my hands for no reason I was sixteen Longing for the distant sky in an alleyway Had a part-time job out in Yokohama By the time I got home by train it was midnight Leaning against the window with my old folk guitar I'd just learned to play "Blowin' in the Wind" Talking about dreams with my friends in that tiny room And praying someday this country would open its eyes Not even knowing the meaning of betrayal It all crumbled and fell through my hands for no reason I was eighteen Shrugging my shoulders and waiting in an alleyway Leaning against the high red walls Of the factory on my way home I wrote my first letter to my mom back home Telling her "I'm doing fine" I fell in love and we spent each night together In a fever of confusion Not even knowing the meaning of tenderness It all crumbled and fell through my hands for no reason I was twenty-one Holding your slender shoulders in an alleyway Whenever I hum, it's always a sad song And my heart aches with a love that will never return Today I'm still answering that voice that calls As it all crumbles and falls through my hands for no reason I'm twenty-two And for the first time I reach a dead-end in the alleyway