Sonorously quiet,

She drives on.

Silent and calm inside the car,

Running leisurely on the highway,

Towards another town. 

Outside is the noisy wind,

Rhythmically beating the window upon.

Tears burst into her eyes,

Sorrow held her tongue.

How come!

Where does the sorrowfulness come from?

Oh, 

As if she were on the train,

On the journey back to home country, 

Back to her home town.

Accompanying her, though,

Is still the quietness and wind blowing,

On the journey,

To the other town.