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Nagai yoru o tojikome yume ni sasowareru mama ni Dare mo inai heya kara tsuki ni inoru Kiekake no akari no you ni "Kono mune no itami mo chiisaku nareba ii" to tsubuyaita Yoake no naka o tesaguri de aruite Hikari o abita anata no sugata ga kioku ni yakitsuite Ima mo koko ni iru "Mune ni kizamareta kimi no kasuka na shiroi kioku wa koori no you ni…" Nani mo nokosazu ni soba ni ita kamo shirenai to iu kage dake o (nokoshite) Sono kage mo sukoshi zutsu oto mo tatezu shizuka ni kiete iku Mujaki na kao de boku ni hohoemu Nanigenai sonna shigusa ga Ima ni nareba tsuyogatte miseteta Anata no yasashisa Inoru koto no hakanasa ni kizuita boku wa Anata ni nani mo dekinakute "Mune ni kizamareta kimi no kasuka na shiroi kioku wa koori no you ni…" Nani mo nokosazu ni soba ni ita kamo shirenai to iu kage dake o (nokoshite) "Mune ni kizamareta kimi no kasuka na shiroi kioku wa koori no you ni…" Nani mo nokosazu ni soba ni ita kamo shirenai to iu kage dake o (nokoshite) Sono kage mo sukoshi zutsu oto mo tatezu shizuka ni kiete iku Nagai yoru ni mou anata wa mienai… |
I imprison the long night while invited by my dream. And from within the unoccupied room, I pray to the moon. Like the flickering of a flame about to die, "I wish that the pain in my heart would fade smaller," I murmured. I crawl searchingly through the dawn. An image of you, bathing in the light, is engraved in my soul. Even now, you remain near. "The faint white memory of you engraved in my heart is like ice…" All that you leave behind is shadows of worry that you left nothing behind. And those shadows, little by little, silently begin to disappear. You smile at me innocently. I remember your pure face well. And now I realize you only pretended to be strong. That was your gentleness. I now also realize the futility of prayer. I cannot do anything to save you. "The faint white memory of you engraved in my heart is like ice…" All that you leave behind is shadows of worry that you left nothing behind. "The faint white memory of you engraved in my heart is like ice…" All that you leave behind is shadows of worry that you left nothing behind. And those shadows, little by little, silently begin to disappear. During these long nights, you are no longer near… |
