song kotodama
Sunday, May 8, 2011 by rahmat badru tamam
The true forms
Of the things that I gazed at
Were for showing after I closed my eyes
Again today, time
Will only construct a loneliness
That seems to be torn apart, right?
There are people who can't forget about
The white lotuses that bloom in the darkness
Nevertheless, recollections
Visit from the future
Words that turn into sighs
Are the emerging wings of the soul
Will I flutter apart?
Growing confused and disordered
I want to carve
These letters to you
Pieces of the truth
Of things that I want to tell you-
I can't even send them well to you
If I write them with the blood that stains my fingertips
Then can they spill into your heart?
Even if the one word left behind
To us who live
Is to be goodbye
What dwells in my eyes
Is the evening star that seems to vanish
I'd like it if we could gaze at each other
Let's light the night there
Before when we're born, the words
Lie across the gap between us
Can you hear it?
I want to offer only to your ears
The song, the song
My voice
Something so certain
That I can believe it-
How many of it do you say exist in this world?
Why do I want to cling
Onto ambiguous things
Like love or dreams?
Ah, but now
If I can catch
The left behind warmth in my arms
The true forms
Of the things that I gazed at
Were for showing after I closed my eyes
Again tomorrow, time
Will only construct a loneliness
That seems to be torn apart, right?
What I want to tell you
Is at the bottom of my body
It sinks a lot and I can't reach it
If I write them with the blood that surfaces on my fingertips
Then can I deliver them to your heart?
Even if what we who live
Nurture in the end
Is to be nothing but goodbye
Of the things that I gazed at
Were for showing after I closed my eyes
Again today, time
Will only construct a loneliness
That seems to be torn apart, right?
There are people who can't forget about
The white lotuses that bloom in the darkness
Nevertheless, recollections
Visit from the future
Words that turn into sighs
Are the emerging wings of the soul
Will I flutter apart?
Growing confused and disordered
I want to carve
These letters to you
Pieces of the truth
Of things that I want to tell you-
I can't even send them well to you
If I write them with the blood that stains my fingertips
Then can they spill into your heart?
Even if the one word left behind
To us who live
Is to be goodbye
What dwells in my eyes
Is the evening star that seems to vanish
I'd like it if we could gaze at each other
Let's light the night there
Before when we're born, the words
Lie across the gap between us
Can you hear it?
I want to offer only to your ears
The song, the song
My voice
Something so certain
That I can believe it-
How many of it do you say exist in this world?
Why do I want to cling
Onto ambiguous things
Like love or dreams?
Ah, but now
If I can catch
The left behind warmth in my arms
The true forms
Of the things that I gazed at
Were for showing after I closed my eyes
Again tomorrow, time
Will only construct a loneliness
That seems to be torn apart, right?
What I want to tell you
Is at the bottom of my body
It sinks a lot and I can't reach it
If I write them with the blood that surfaces on my fingertips
Then can I deliver them to your heart?
Even if what we who live
Nurture in the end
Is to be nothing but goodbye
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