вторник, 09 сентября 2008
The Gazette - Guren
The Gazetter - Guren
| Gomen ne, ato sukoshi anata no namae to nemurasete
Yorisotta sugi shinichi wa itami wo yorokobi ai
Ryoute ni utsushidasu anata wo omoi naiteiru
Soko ni furu kanashimi ha shiranai mama de ii yo
Ansoku ni furue wo oboeta taguri yume wa nani wo miru
Usure naide anata yo wazuka na toiki wo kikasete hoshii
Chiisana kodou de naku anata yo koko made oide
Kawaranai yume ni tsuduki ga aru nara douka togireruzuni
Koufuku to yobe nakutemo oborete kasanaru hibi wo
Usure naide anata yo wazuka na toiki wo kikasete hoshii
Chiisana kodou de naku anata yo koko made oide
Sukui no te sae mo aimai de byou kizami no mayu wa
Ito wo chigirezuni haru ni naru
Usure naide anata yo wazuka na toiki de kiitete hoshii
Chiisana kodou no ne ni kasure nu inori yo todoke
Yobenu namae wo daite yubiori kazoeru asu wa kienai
Mimi wo fusagi kiiteta yurikago yureru oto
Torimodose nu haru ni guren no hana ga saku
| I'm sorry... after awhile, let me sleep by your name
The passing days drew us closer
The pain is matched with joy
Both hands reflect that
I cry when i think of you
there is a rain of sadness
it's fine just to remain unknown
i tremble for repose, i remembered
what do you want to see in this reeled in dream?
i dont want you to fade
let me hear, even a sigh
a small heartbeat, that isnt there
i want you come here!
unchanging dreams, if this continues on
please dont pause in your happiness
even if it doesnt need to called out but
the drowning days are piling over me.
i dont want you to fade
let me hear, even a sigh
a small heartbeat, that isnt there
i want you come here!
Even the hands of salvation is also in vagueness
Will there be a cocoon at intervals of the second, without the string tearing off?
i want to hear, even a sigh
little rhythm to the sound of the heartbeat
of touched prayers delivered.
the name which i cannot call out i held closely
counting with my fingers, i dont want tomorrow to dissapear
hearing with blocked ears
the sound of a broken cradle
the spring time will never come again
the crimson lotus is in bloom
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