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Yuunagi Loop / Loop of an Evening Calm
| kousaten o sugireba
yagate kousoku ga mieru machi o yokogiru you ni zutto umi made tsunagaru kasureta kioku kawaii yakusoku kono michi ni furitsumoru oto mo naku kanaderu yoru o terashi nagara ima mo hashiri tsudzuketeru wakaba kaoru goro ni kimi to ita ano hi no tsudzuki o atarashii kuruma de unten mo umaku natta aikawarazu itsudemo juutai bakari shiteru kedo hi ga kureru mae no isshun no aosa ga tamaranaku itoshiku te o nigitta ano toki naze to kikenai mama watashi-tachi otona ni naru wakaba kaoru goro ni wake mo naku osoreta mirai de oi kaze tooku minami made todoke nagisa no sono mukou made yoru o terashinagara ima wa betsubetsu no michi o wakaba kaoru goro ni kurushii hodo kogareta mirai de yoru o terashi nagara ima mo hashiri tsudzuketeru wakaba kaoru goro ni kimi to ita ano hi no tsudzuki o |
If I passed the intersection,
before long I’d see at high speed zooming down the street as if they were connected all the way to the sea the chipped memories and beloved promises which lie thick along this road, playing without sound While the night is lit up, I continue to run When the fresh leaves are most fragrant, it’s like that day with you never ended I know there was traffic like always, as usual, but in my new car, I somehow became able to drive well And before the day was over, there was an instant of blue in that time when you held my hand in such an unbearable, precious way Why do we become adults in such a way that we can’t even hear it happening? When the fresh leaves were most fragrant, we feared the future without knowing why The tail wind brings reports of the lands far to the south, on the other side of the seashore While the night is lit up, now we go our separate ways When the fresh leaves were most fragrant, we yearned for the future so much it hurt While the night is lit up, I continue to run When the fresh leaves are most fragrant, it’s like that day with you never ended |
Maaya's liner notes: Back then, was I afraid of the things that change?
Or was it the things that don’t change... (Translated by roxfan)
© Sarah/Frecklegirl 2005