yuki.n
Bowl of Yuki-shaped cereal
I was reading the lyrics some days ago and I found some mistakes... so I ended up redoing it from scratch, it was somehow easier than correcting the existing translation. I tried to be as careful as I could, but I'm still not confident that it's "perfect"... if someone has any objections I'd gladly discuss them :)
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The wind invites me to the shadow of the trees, I'm lying face down and crying
I was looking at myself
without even knowing my body
A guitar plays the melody
of the person who parted
A star falls for the grief of those who won't come back
“Don't go”, no matter how much I cry out
All that happens is that orange flower petals shake quietly
Left on my soft forehead,
the memory of a hand distantly
strums the eternal goodbye
A child's heart clinging to a kind hand
The blazing wheel shakes it away and advances
The guitar that plays the grief of those who part
Is strumming violently the string of my chest
With a whiteness unstained by sadness,
The orange flower petals were shaking in the shadow of the summer
Even though I lost my soft forehead
The rhythm of goodbye is distantly crossing
the red-stained sand
On this earth, that burns down memories and advances,
Are there things that blossom dearly?
I wave off the vessel of dawn
Orange flower petals are shaking somewhere even now
That peaceful dawn that I once saw
Until I can take it in my hand again,
The wheel is turning
Without turning off the lamp
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The wind invites me to the shadow of the trees, I'm lying face down and crying
I was looking at myself
without even knowing my body
A guitar plays the melody
of the person who parted
A star falls for the grief of those who won't come back
“Don't go”, no matter how much I cry out
All that happens is that orange flower petals shake quietly
Left on my soft forehead,
the memory of a hand distantly
strums the eternal goodbye
A child's heart clinging to a kind hand
The blazing wheel shakes it away and advances
The guitar that plays the grief of those who part
Is strumming violently the string of my chest
With a whiteness unstained by sadness,
The orange flower petals were shaking in the shadow of the summer
Even though I lost my soft forehead
The rhythm of goodbye is distantly crossing
the red-stained sand
On this earth, that burns down memories and advances,
Are there things that blossom dearly?
I wave off the vessel of dawn
Orange flower petals are shaking somewhere even now
That peaceful dawn that I once saw
Until I can take it in my hand again,
The wheel is turning
Without turning off the lamp