> Thursday, October 18, 2007
The season in which the powdered snow dances always passes by
Even if I’m lost in a crowd I can see the same sky
Even though I'm chilled as if I'm being blown by the wind
I don't know anything(1) about you, do I?
And yet, I found you amongst a billion(2) people
There's no (scientific) basis for this, but I believe this with all seriousness
We can't live at the same time without trivial fights
If I can't be honest, then rapture and sorrow are meaningless
Powdered snow, if you paled me white to the heart
Can you share our loneliness?
I pressed my ear against your heartGoing gently, deeply towards where the sound (is coming from)
(That's where) I want to disembark,
There, we'll meet once again
I want us to reach rapport but I was the (only) one who touched its surface
The only thing that was holding us together was my hand squeezing yours that was numb with cold.
Powdered snow, in front (of us), eternity, too fragilely, becomes a stain upon rough asphalt
Powdered snow, this heart that has transcended time is falteringAnd yet, I want to continue to protect you
Powdered snow, if you paled me white to the heart
You would wrap around our loneliness and send it back into the sky
(1) lit. Everything.
(2) lit. A hundred million. Japanese number splitting are different in that it goes from a thousand (sen) to ten thousand (man) to a hundred million (oku) instead of the thousand, million and billion we're used to. I just made this a billion to parallel what I call a "numberless number" i.e. one of those numbers that doesn't have other number names in it like a hundred, thousand, etc.
Even if I’m lost in a crowd I can see the same sky
Even though I'm chilled as if I'm being blown by the wind
I don't know anything(1) about you, do I?
And yet, I found you amongst a billion(2) people
There's no (scientific) basis for this, but I believe this with all seriousness
We can't live at the same time without trivial fights
If I can't be honest, then rapture and sorrow are meaningless
Powdered snow, if you paled me white to the heart
Can you share our loneliness?
I pressed my ear against your heartGoing gently, deeply towards where the sound (is coming from)
(That's where) I want to disembark,
There, we'll meet once again
I want us to reach rapport but I was the (only) one who touched its surface
The only thing that was holding us together was my hand squeezing yours that was numb with cold.
Powdered snow, in front (of us), eternity, too fragilely, becomes a stain upon rough asphalt
Powdered snow, this heart that has transcended time is falteringAnd yet, I want to continue to protect you
Powdered snow, if you paled me white to the heart
You would wrap around our loneliness and send it back into the sky
(1) lit. Everything.
(2) lit. A hundred million. Japanese number splitting are different in that it goes from a thousand (sen) to ten thousand (man) to a hundred million (oku) instead of the thousand, million and billion we're used to. I just made this a billion to parallel what I call a "numberless number" i.e. one of those numbers that doesn't have other number names in it like a hundred, thousand, etc.
written by me.
4:53 AM
4:53 AM
