徒然謌

文詠む月日を眺めつつ  遥か数多の星を観て
酬われぬこの念いどうして顕わそうか
迫り来る暁にゆらり揺られて

幾年の風に浮かんで  遠き落日を唯偲びつつ
今宵もまた彼の人の夢 
頬を染めて咲かせようか

過ぎゆく季節は朧げに  薫り残しては拭って
芽を葺いて稔らせてまた散り逝きて
邂逅を待ち侘びてまた散り逝く…嗚呼…

幾年の風に浮かんで  遠き落日を唯偲びつつ
今宵もまた彼の人の夢 
頬を染めて咲かせようか

枯れ朽ちて土に還って
在りし声をまた憶い出す
叶わねど叶わねど
永遠に想う彼の人を
Tedious Song

While I look on my days of writing, I see many distant stars
Why do my unrewarded desires seem so bare?
Relaxingly swaying in the looming dawn

I float on the age-old wind while I recall a distant sunset
Shall another dream of that person
Make my cheeks bloom red tonight?

The passing seasons wipe away a faintly lingering aroma
Sheltering the sprouts, ripening them until they fall again
Waiting impatiently for a chance meeting, I fall again... ah...

I float on the age-old wind while I recall a distant sunset
Shall another dream of that person
Make my cheeks bloom red tonight?

I'll return to the withering, rotting earth
And start to remember my prior voice
Eternally wishing for that person
But it will never, ever be granted

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