It's been a while. This time is a song about the end of spring. The title is Yume to Hazakura, or Dreams and Hazakura. Hazakura refers to the cherry blossom tree's new leaves after the blossoms have all fallen. The composer is Aoki Gekkoh.
Romaji:
kono kawa no nagareru ga gotoku
odayaka ni neiro ga kikoeru
fuku kaze ga hoo wo nadete iku
natsukashii omoide ga nijimu
haruka naru sora wa
mune wo saku you ni
wasure kaketa kioku wo samasu
afureru wa namida
shiroi sakura no hana no kisetsu wa
tooku yume no naka ni dake
mai chiru hanabira no sasayaita
wasurarenai kotoba
nemurena yoru wo hitori kiri
aruki dasu nurui kaze no naka
itazura ni hashaideita mama
ki ga tsukeba omoide ni kawaru
tsuki mo kumogakure
mushi atsui hibi no
keshitai kioku mo hakanaku wa
tomaranai namida
kizamareru jikan wa zankoku ni
HITO wo shibari tsuke asobu
aoao to shigeru sakura no ha wa
nani mo katari wa shinai
shiroi sakura no hana no kisetsu wa
tooku yume no naka ni dake
mai chiru hanabira no sasayaita
wasurarenai kotoba
English:
The flow of this river is like
a calm tone coming into hearing.
The blowing wind strokes my cheek.
Nostalgic memories flow out.
The distant sky,
as if splitting my chest,
awakens almost-forgotten memories.
Tears overflow.
The season of white cherry blossoms
is only within a distant dream.
The fluttering, scattered cherry blossoms whispered
unforgettable words.
In a night I cannot sleep, alone
I begin to walk in the lukewarm wind.
While I tried in vain to cheer up,
once I realized, it had changed to a memory.
Even the moon has disappeared.
The hot and humid days'
memories I want to erase remain fleetingly in
the unceasing tears.
The time engraved in me cruelly
binds people together in play.
The lushly growing cherry blossom leaves
tell no more.
The season of white cherry blossoms
is only within a distant dream.
The fluttering, scattered cherry blossoms whispered
unforgettable words.
漢字：
この川の流れるが如く
穏やかに音色が聞こえる
吹く風が頬を撫でていく
懐かしい思い出が滲む
遙かなる空は
胸を裂くように
忘れかけた記憶を醒ます
溢れるは涙
白い桜の花の季節は
遠く夢の中にだけ
舞い散る花びらの囁いた
忘れられない言葉
眠れない夜を一人きり
歩き出す ぬるい風の中
いたずらにはしゃいでいたまま
気がつけば思い出に変わる
月も雲隠れ
蒸し暑い日々の
消したい記憶も儚くは
止まらない涙
刻まれる時間は残酷に
ヒトを縛りつけ遊ぶ
青々と茂る桜の葉は
何も語りはしない
白い桜の花の季節は
遠く夢の中にだけ
舞い散る花びらの囁いた
忘れられない言葉
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