旅人<Remaster> - Yu Takahashi translation in English

旅人<Remaster>

涙したあの人に 何を言えばよかったろう
笑ってほしかったのに 何をしてあげられたろう
与えられてばかりだ 教えられてばかりだ
愛されたいと嘆いては 愛する人を遠ざけていた
傷つく人に出会って
自分の傷の意味を知った
痛み分かち合えるって 光に思えた
始まりも終わりも知らされず 誰もが今を歩いている
巡りあう命の繋がりを人は愛と呼ぶ
いつか帰るべき故郷を探し続ける旅人
君のこと 今もこの町のどこかで待っている人がいる
ささやかな喜びに すぐに慣れていくくせに
ささやかな寂しさに いつまでも敏感なままだ
互いに返す刃で遠ざけあう関係
傷つけられるよりも 傷つける方が痛い
頼れる人失って 愛されていたことを知った
変えれる場所失って 旅は始まった
生まれてくるときは皆一人
息絶えるときも一人
寄り添った思い出の欠片を幸せと呼ぶ
いつか帰るべき故郷を探し続ける旅人
悲しみもいつか笑顔に変えられる日が来ると 信じている
「いつか忘れ去られるなら生きていく意味なんてないよ」と
聞こえている 声が聞こえてくるけど
君が見つけた温もりを
誰かに届けられる時が来るのなら いつか来るのなら

始まりも終わりも知らされず 誰もが今を歩いている
巡り合う命の繋がりを人は愛と呼ぶ
生まれてくるときは皆一人
息絶えるときも一人
寄り添った思い出の欠片を幸せと呼ぶ
いつか帰るべき故郷を探し続ける旅人
君のこと 今もこの街のどこかで待っている人がいる

Traveler <Remaster>

What should I have said to the person who made me cry?
I wanted to make you laugh, what could I have done for you?
I have only been given to and taught,
I have only lamented being loved, and I pushed away the person who loved me.
I met someone who was hurt,
and I understood the meaning of my own wounds.
I thought it was light to be able to share the pain.
Not knowing the beginning or the end, everyone is walking in the present.
People call the connection of life that we meet love.
A traveler who continues to search for a home to return to someday.
Someone is waiting for you somewhere in this town now.
I quickly get used to small joys,
but I am always sensitive to small loneliness.
A relationship in which we push each other away with blades we return to each other.
It hurts more to hurt than to be hurt.
I realized that I was loved when I lost someone I could rely on.
When I lost my changing place, the journey began.
Everyone is alone when they are born,
everyone is alone when they die.
We call the fragments of memories we shared happiness.
A traveler who continues to search for a home to return to someday.
I believe that even sadness can turn into a smile someday.
I hear a voice saying, "If I'm going to be forgotten someday, there is no point in living,
but I can hear your voice.
When the warmth you have found,
can be delivered to someone, someday if it comes.

Not knowing the beginning or the end, everyone is walking in the present.
People call the connection of life that we meet love.
Everyone is alone when they are born,
everyone is alone when they die.
We call the fragments of memories we shared happiness.
A traveler who continues to search for a home to return to someday.
Someone is waiting for you somewhere in this town now.