朝の改札 人の川
発車メロディが 途切れずに鳴る
笛の合図で 扉が閉まる
今日もはじまる 小さな旅たち
顔も知らない 誰かと肩が
触れて離れて それきりの朝
これやこの 行くも帰るも
別れては また巡り会う
知るも知らぬも すれ違ってく
ここはさながら 逢坂の関
今日も誰かが 旅立っていく
三月の風 片道のチケット
握りしめて 乗り込んだ列車
ホームで手を振る 母の姿
動き出す窓の外 小さくなってく
泣き顔ひとつ 見せない父が
ホームのすみで 肩を震わせた
これやこの 行くも帰るも
切符一枚 握りしめて
知るも知らぬも 同じ扉を
くぐって人生 乗り換えていく
ここはさながら 逢坂の関
千年前 峠の関所に
琵琶を鳴らす 盲目の歌人
行き交う足音 聞き分けながら
人の世の全部を 歌にした
目を閉じれば 僕にも聞こえる
あの日の雑踏 今日の雑踏
これやこの 行くも帰るも 別れては
知るも知らぬも 逢坂の関
始発の駅前 やさしい風
改札へ消える 息子の背中
同じ屋根の下 すれ違うだけの
日々のぶんまで 肩が震えた
誰もがそれぞれの 物語のなかで
明日への扉を また開けていく
これやこの 行くも帰るも
別れの数だけ 人はやさしい
知るも知らぬも みんな旅人
だから巡り会えた 奇跡を歌う
ここはさながら 逢坂の関
また会う日まで 無事を祈って
逢坂の関……
逢坂の関……
Morning ticket gates, a river of people
Departure melodies ringing without pause
At the whistle's signal the doors slide shut
Today again, small journeys begin
A stranger's shoulder brushes mine
Touching, parting — a morning that ends there
Here it is: those who go and those who return
Parting only to meet again
Known and unknown, passing each other by
This place is truly the Gate of Meeting Hill
Today again, someone sets out on a journey
March wind, a one-way ticket
Clutched tight as I boarded the train
My mother waving on the platform
Growing smaller past the moving window
My father, who never showed a tear
Stood in the corner, shoulders trembling
Here it is: those who go and those who return
Clutching a single ticket
Known and unknown, through the same doors
We pass, transferring from life to life
This place is truly the Gate of Meeting Hill
A thousand years ago, at a mountain checkpoint
A blind poet played his biwa
Listening to the footsteps come and go
He turned the whole human world into song
When I close my eyes, I can hear it too
The crowds of that day, the crowds of today
Here it is: those who go and those who return, parting
Known and unknown — the Gate of Meeting Hill
A gentle wind before the first-train station
My son's back disappearing through the gates
Under one roof, we only passed each other
My shoulders trembled for all those days as well
Everyone, inside their own story
Opens the door to tomorrow once again
Here it is: those who go and those who return
People grow kinder with every parting
Known and unknown, we are all travelers
So I sing the miracle that we ever met
This place is truly the Gate of Meeting Hill
Praying you travel safe, until we meet again
The Gate of Meeting Hill...
The Gate of Meeting Hill...