A passing shower in an unfamiliar town. On that day, you
  were troubled by your drenched heels.
  Childishness hidden in your face's profile.
  The words we exchanged one day, even now I remember.
  
  * From the beginning, cinema... moves me.
   You whisper to me... in the quiet final scene.
  
  Holding your bare toes in your hands,
  although today you idly watch them wiggling a little.
  If you want to play the part of one who's just a little unhappy,
  how about in the intermission, my love song for you?
  
  * From the beginning, cinema... moves me.
   You whisper to me... in the quiet final scene.
  
  The two of us just waiting for the twilight
  on an afternoon at the beach,
  dancing to almost-forgotten steps,
  brief remembrances which the story overlaps.
  Making the end [lit. fall of the curtain] known,
  the waves wash it away.
  
  * From the beginning, cinema... moves me.
   You whisper to me... in the quiet final scene.
  
  Until the conclusion, cinema... I submit myself to you.
  With a cut at a forced laugh [or feigned smile], goodbye.
  
  * From the beginning, cinema... moves me.
   You whisper to me... in the quiet final scene.
  
  From the beginning, cinema... cinema... cinema...