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How have we passed so many nights this way
Hiding, with tears all too fitting for us?
After the storm festival, so you would not fade, I placed my hands over you
Suffocating silver knives
Don’t touch them! In costume
By a tree stripped of its crimson, what beauty is there? – birds calling…
When it’s a sunny day, everyone says
“It’s bright, isn’t it?”, it’s so strange
But it’s not like I want to be
Caught in something so painful
When I spend time alone,
I compress those nights that feel a bit too long
Why did you show your crying face in the depths of my heart?
As I race through blood I am but the burnt remnants of a fast darkening sky.
Though there may be a treasure map showing me
Where I want to go, I shake it off, instead taking in
The setting sun unfitting of clear days, a dream like an empty shell – lucent…
Blades in place of rumor
Let’s leave it at that? No, that’s not enough
This groundless wandering is like I’ve been stripped of some weakness
Coming apart and mixed together, I raised many voices
Into a world spinning with everything I had let fall and lost
I count to five and shoot the Orion constellation, in a handful of lights
It’s wonderful when it rains on clear days
Flames burning and splitting the cage, a song
In a festival of fog, a red child of crimson flames
Is at my night’s pillow, ah, whom I love!
On my shoulders lightly drifts things that come from another land
How I had waited desperately for this season!
In this way this street twists the way back home
Into this forest of memories I hear the sound a stricken bell…