Lyric

The lights of the station I missed

The wind sweeps through my hair

Next to the railroad crossing

The nighttime guide signal stops

The shadow of a large camphor tree stretches out around the corner

I remember the shape of hope

The world has opened up a little

With the detour map

Open in my heart

I'll reach tomorrow on a road that's not straight

The shining backs of people

Instantly disappear from sight

In the train car I missed

I hear the murmurs of applause in the distance

I suddenly realize I'm the only one

Stopping

With a detour map

Open to my heart

I'll reach tomorrow on a road that's not straight

I found a small cafe along the way

On the wall-covered map

Various symbols were carefully drawn

The lights of the station I missed

The wind blows through my hair