くわい談
薄暗く 蒼めいた 闇の淵 視れば
月明かり 呑み込んだ 黄泉路へと 誘う
柳の葉 ゆらゆらと 風の音 沁みれば
むらむらと 灯火が夜を照らしませう
壊れた欠片は 戻らねど 噫
心は哀しく 幾度も 幾度も割れる
微細かに浮かぶは 現世の未練
聲は儚くも消える
仮令 この躯が朽ちても 指折り数える
想い遂げる刻を待ち
堆く 遮られ 果てたような 此処は
何人も 眼を逸らし 記憶から 殺げど
よなよなと 彷徨える 妄念が 霞めば
めらめらと 燃え滾る 情念は 吼える
壊れた欠片は 戻らねど 噫
心は哀しく 幾度も 幾度も裂ける
水面に浮かぶは幽世の思念
恋は飛沫へと貌わる
仮令 言の葉発たねど 指折り数える
赫い紅蓮さえ纏い
壊れた欠片は 戻らねど 噫
心は哀しく 幾度も 幾度も爆ぜる
微細かに浮かぶは 現世の未練
聲は儚くも消える
仮令 この躯が朽ちても 指折り数える
想い遂げる刻を待ち
薄暗く 蒼めいた 闇の淵 視れば
月明かり 呑み込んだ 黄泉路へと 誘う
柳の葉 ゆらゆらと 風の音 沁みれば
むらむらと 灯火が夜を照らしませう
壊れた欠片は 戻らねど 噫
心は哀しく 幾度も 幾度も割れる
微細かに浮かぶは 現世の未練
聲は儚くも消える
仮令 この躯が朽ちても 指折り数える
想い遂げる刻を待ち
堆く 遮られ 果てたような 此処は
何人も 眼を逸らし 記憶から 殺げど
よなよなと 彷徨える 妄念が 霞めば
めらめらと 燃え滾る 情念は 吼える
壊れた欠片は 戻らねど 噫
心は哀しく 幾度も 幾度も裂ける
水面に浮かぶは幽世の思念
恋は飛沫へと貌わる
仮令 言の葉発たねど 指折り数える
赫い紅蓮さえ纏い
壊れた欠片は 戻らねど 噫
心は哀しく 幾度も 幾度も爆ぜる
微細かに浮かぶは 現世の未練
聲は儚くも消える
仮令 この躯が朽ちても 指折り数える
想い遂げる刻を待ち
Ghost Story
If I look at the gloomy, bluish pool of darkness
I'm lured onto the road to the underworld, engulfed by moonlight
If the wind's voice pierces the swaying leaves of a weeping willow
An irresistible gleam illuminates the night
If the broken pieces can't be restored, ah
My heart will sadly break, many, many times
Floating subtly, my attachment to present life
Even my voice transiently disappears
Though my body may rot as well, I'll count on my fingers
Waiting on the time my thoughts will come to pass
Here, as though the heaping interruptions end
Everyone looks away, but they're weakened because of memories
If my convictions get hazy as I wander night after night
Flaring up, burning and broiling, my passions will roar
If the broken pieces can't be restored, ah
My heart will sadly tear, many, many times
Floating on the water's surface, thoughts of the afterlife
Love changes into a water spray
If my words can't depart, I'll count on my fingers
Wearing even a shimmering crimson lotus
If the broken pieces can't be restored, ah
My heart will sadly burst, many, many times
Floating subtly, my attachment to present life
Even my voice transiently disappears
Though my body may rot as well, I'll count on my fingers
Waiting on the time my thoughts will come to pass
If I look at the gloomy, bluish pool of darkness
I'm lured onto the road to the underworld, engulfed by moonlight
If the wind's voice pierces the swaying leaves of a weeping willow
An irresistible gleam illuminates the night
If the broken pieces can't be restored, ah
My heart will sadly break, many, many times
Floating subtly, my attachment to present life
Even my voice transiently disappears
Though my body may rot as well, I'll count on my fingers
Waiting on the time my thoughts will come to pass
Here, as though the heaping interruptions end
Everyone looks away, but they're weakened because of memories
If my convictions get hazy as I wander night after night
Flaring up, burning and broiling, my passions will roar
If the broken pieces can't be restored, ah
My heart will sadly tear, many, many times
Floating on the water's surface, thoughts of the afterlife
Love changes into a water spray
If my words can't depart, I'll count on my fingers
Wearing even a shimmering crimson lotus
If the broken pieces can't be restored, ah
My heart will sadly burst, many, many times
Floating subtly, my attachment to present life
Even my voice transiently disappears
Though my body may rot as well, I'll count on my fingers
Waiting on the time my thoughts will come to pass
Notes:
Isshi made up the first kanji in the title; the real word for Ghost Story (Kaidan, or Kwaidan if you prefer) is 怪談. But the first kanji has 恋 (love) radical on the right, instead of 又 and 土. This created kanji isn't available in text form, so I left that part of the title in Hiragana, as is usual.