Faraway island waves
Rust-colored ocean calm
Sepia clouds flow past – where could they be going?
I chased after a shadow-picture fox; my dreams from those days
inside my breast even now – going to the west
Oh, where in Japan
is the person waiting for me?
Departure on a fine day, inside the wind once more
I can hear them even now, the songs of those days traveling beside me
Is the fireflies’ light the bonfire from those faraway days?
And the scenery faintly seen a heat haze shimmering?
When I give up both meetings and partings to the twilight
I’ll go search for my own shadow – going to the west
Oh, where in Japan
is the person waiting for me?
Departure on a fine day, inside the wind’s morning colors
I can hear them even now, the songs of those days traveling beside me
Oh, where in Japan
is the person waiting for me?
Departure on a fine day
My yearning is inside the wind
I can hear them even now, the songs of those days traveling beside me
from: http://freckle.tenkeimedia.com/nl/chihiro/iihitabidachi.html[edit]Last edit by silstar7 on Wednesday 07 Jan, 2009 at 03:14 +100%[/edit]
