No.19
Thousands of nights, tens of thousands of stars –
Crying, flowing, I embrace them,
Yearning for you, my beloved, so intensely
That my tears run dry.
Like a cradle, it sways –
This era, a fleeting boat of transience.
Even the fingertips that once intertwined
Dissolve into the wind’s mischief.
A single hollow heart
Travels the Milky Way,
Believing it will someday arrive,
Praying for this path marked by aching longing.
At the edge of distant memories – this lantern,
The promised moon-viewing cherry blossoms – I feel them.
Thousands of loves, tens of thousands of wounds –
Strong, deep, limitless.
The future I paint: eternal people,
So much that I forget the present.
Thousands of nights, tens of thousands of stars –
Crying, flowing, I embrace them,
Yearning for you, my beloved, so intensely
That my tears run dry.
The cradle still sways –
This era craves conflict.
Even a momentary, fragmented warmth
Is stolen and stealing lightning.
A single quiet heart
Wipes away its shackles,
With this utterly exhausted body,
Still searching for where you are.
Bathing in faint light – simply glittering,
I gaze up at the moon-viewing cherry blossoms blooming heedlessly.
Thousands of dreams, tens of thousands of sins –
People seek people endlessly.
Even a single droplet of hope
Leaves me speechless.
Thousands of nights, tens of thousands of stars –
Crying, flowing, I embrace them,
Yearning for you, my beloved, so intensely
That my tears run dry.
Thousands of dreams, tens of thousands of sins –
People seek people endlessly.
Even a single droplet of hope
Leaves me speechless.
Thousands of nights, tens of thousands of stars –
Crying, flowing, I embrace them,
Yearning for you, my beloved, so intensely
That my tears run dry.