Evening falls in worn red and purple
Upon the city
Upon the sprawling houses and uneven buildings
Upon the West Square of Yokohama Station
It falls on you
People go by uncharacteristically
In tens, in hundreds, in thousands
Nobody cares for you
Nobody knows you
Twilight lingers a while
Along the shabby skyline
Darkness turns a corner on the sly
And spreads on the ground paved with stone
Someone dreams a dream
To clear up a life of regret
No one sees a seagull flying in the dark sky
Over the Square