Akai Hanabira
(Red Petals)
Words by Kyoko
Fukuyama
Music by Yoshiki Fukuyama
Translation by Alinda Sue and Eleanor
tsuki mo naku shinjitsu mo naku
nanigenai sora hirusagari
kuroi buutsu ga nari hibiki
hokori mamire ni shiroi hana
akaku someageteku
furisosogu kanashimi no ame
otozureru setsubou no ato
nari yama nu shinzou no oto
yomigaeru shizukana akumu
akai hanabira fumishimete
mujaki ni odoru chiisa na te
nagai sukaato wa hirugaeri
hanabira wa dokoka he
ima wa mou yami ni kieyuku
hoshi mo naku ashi oto mo naku
ima mo nao taeru koto naku
tsuki mo naku shinjitsu mo naku
ano yasashii toki
aozora mabushii hizashi
aa kami yo naze
shizumare shizumare namida
tsumetai ame ishidatami
akai hanabira nagare tsuki
mienai me ga tabidatsu hi
saigo ni mita inochi
furisosogu kanashimi no ame
otozureru setsubou no ato
nari yama nu shinzou no oto
yomigaeru shizukana akumu
akai hanabira yorisotte
nemuru otoko no mune ni saki
ai no utagoe hibikasete
shiroi hana ni kawaru
ima wa mou yami ni kieyuku
hoshi mo naku ashi oto mo naku
ima mo nao taeru koto naku
tsuki mo naku shinjitsu mo naku
There is no moon; there is no truth
A sleepy early afternoon sky -
His black boots echo…
He has a dusty white flower
that has been dyed red
Pouring down, a rain of sadness
Visits, marking his desire
An unstopping cry sounds from the heart
Reviving a quiet nightmare
Treading on the red petals
In an innocent dance, her small hands
Wave her long skirt
To wherever the red petals fly
Already now, disappearing into the darkness
Where there are no stars, there are no footsteps
Even now, it still goes on…
There is no moon; there is no truth
That gentle time
A blue sky and dazzling sunlight
Tell me, oh lord, why
It calms and quiets our tears
In the cold rain, the red petals
are washed onto the stone paving
Eyes that could not see at the start of the journey,
In the end, saw life
Pouring down, a rain of sadness
Visits, marking his desire
An unstopping cry sounds from the heart
Reviving a quiet nightmare
The red petals, growing closer,
Blooming in the heart of a man who sleeps
Echoing with the voice of love
Changing into a white flower
Already now, disappearing into the darkness
Where there are no stars, there are no footsteps
Even now, it still goes on…
There is no moon; there is no truth