Izayoi namida
Oh the heavenly wind, even the wings of time
Let my feelings go to the sixteenth night…
The same as you, who are dignified
The scent of flowers that haven’t been snapped off lingers on
While their words didn’t reach you
They vanished from the deplorable branches
If I can’t become a butterfly to fly in your sky
Then I don’t care even if I’m a monster that takes up all of your sorrow and suffering
Oh the heavenly wind, even the wings of time, make my feelings disperse in a flutter
Oh dreams, you’re momentary; my heart, as a chrysalis, is at the end of reincarnations
The sixteenth night’s tears are in the hazy sky
Like you, who breathes life into me
The scent of flowers of karma lingers on
It’s fine even if the spirit of these words that flutter back to me
Has a different form…
If I can’t become a butterfly to flutter in my beloved sky
Then I don’t care even if I’m a monster that destroys you, who bloomed in the mad world
Oh the heavenly wind, I trust my wings to you, wanting to send out my feelings
Oh time, you’re momentary; the rendezvous to be granted is Spring’s reverberation at the end of reincarnations
I gaze up at the heavens on the moonlit sixteenth night
Oh the heavenly wind, even the wings of time, make my feelings disperse in a flutter
Oh dreams, you’re momentary; my heart, as a chrysalis, is at the end of reincarnations
The sixteenth night’s tears are in the hazy sky
Oh the heavenly wind, I trust my wings to you, wanting to send out my feelings
Oh time, you’re momentary; the rendezvous to be granted is Spring’s reverberation at the end of reincarnations
I gaze up at the heavens on the moonlight sixteenth night
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
