One Destination Only

 
I saw your Facebook post. You're going traveling.
You and your two friends, one friend's dog.


I saw the dog's photo in your post too.
That dog is a nice dog!
That dog is indeed a wonderful dog!
...Sir, are there any mistakes in the translation?


I know I can't go with you. And yet,
I also know, though I understand none of this, I want to go with you!


I too will storm off somewhere with someone, just to travel!


Go wherever you please! Live however life feels good to you.
If life rots away and you drop dead suddenly, it won't matter to anyone.


I am here. Right here. Come if you feel like it...
I wait for your return, and the waiting feels good.


Sometimes, rather than having you...waiting to have you...is sweeter.


Don't be afraid—forget going somewhere far with someone,
I've never even stepped out of my house
to travel alone with myself. I haven't had the time.


Whenever I've gone out, it was only for work, only to fulfill duties.
Whatever living I had for myself
was the sum of moments received from you.


I feel like this city is turning grayer and grayer...
In this city I am terribly alone, right now I have no one anywhere.
When I reach out, I touch only emptiness before my eyes!


You've probably fallen asleep, the train rushes breaking night's silence...
For some reason I can't sleep.
My heart lies there with you...


Wherever you go, keep me with you.
In this whole world, remain my one destination,
...this much is all my heart demands.