To the west, to the east,
from the two spots,
crossing the broad River
in the faint light,
we'll be meeting in the middle
of the countless stars,
in a month, in a week,
in a few days.
The smiling faces of my old friends,
the open air bath under persimon tree,
our endless talk into the night,
our mountain climbing sweating bodies,
the quiet light in the woods, and
the green breeze before autumn leaves...
Extraordinary three days to remember!
Nine months going by
so slowly since our parting,
Do they still remember the words
in my letter,"Friends indeed in need"?
For our tomorrows
from the west, from the east,
into the starry stream
full of high school spirit.