56 lines
1.3 KiB
Markdown
56 lines
1.3 KiB
Markdown
[[!meta title="Hakuraku"]]
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A bit of rain drops / Lead colored clouds gather to hide the shadows
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The cicada's song conceals / and wind chimes resound throughout
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The umbrella carrying person walks quickly / sings an unimpressive melody, and gets wet
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At the end of the humid way black hair flutters in the wind
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"Are you hurried?" / If the song is neverending, then
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I want it to turn to a powerful hail.
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Split through the air, and strike through the ground
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Shake a bit in the gap
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Hundreds of marks / The sun's eye is shooting
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The revitalizing sound of summer melts through
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The burned road's scars stay uncovered / brings about unfinished glass
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Kicked and stepped upon twilight / The evening cicadas gather
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Light doth gather in those eyes, but one blink and poetry is forgotten
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Picked up hail is thrown, and hidden by the dusk
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This song which the standards just call "noise,"
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I want it to turn to ear-captivating thunder.
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One's path in life etched into memory, its form starts to get lost over time
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Grab onto tranquility tightly
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Rainfall comes to a stop everywhere
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so this hail may pile up.
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Split through the air, and strike through the ground
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Shake a bit in the gap
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Hundreds of marks / The sun's eye is shooting
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The revitalizing sound of summer melts through
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