Wiping off sweat and tears
This is a man's barley field
"There're no dreams here, life sucks"
She left the village with these last words
Even the hooter of train was sharp like weeping
The day when swallows visited the neighboring field
For the first time I opened up my heart to her
"I'm running away, for Tokyo"
I didn't know what she'd been through
But my heart was totally crushed
The lone cedar tree in the middle of a man's field
Stretches into the sky on its own
Shoulder to shoulder with her
I dream of the day of waving hoes
I see it coming