Sunday, 2 September 2018

Bojou Harumi ~Hiyoku Hen~ (Gendai: Haru no Umi) 慕情春海~比翼篇~ (原題:春の海)


Anime: Tsukiuta. THE ANIMATION ツキウタ。THE ANIMATION

Artist: Kousuke Toriumi

Album: Tsukiuta. Male 1st Solo Series~ Hajime Mutsuki


Romaji:

moushun no sora no kasumi, nagamu.
shukuki mitsu setsuna, kasumi hareshi.

shinshin toshite yamafukashi kogurashi no ai, yorisotte.
toki nodomu, akemutsu, doyomi, ama tsutau, shinonome.

morogoite, makenagaku koi wataru.
omoi tsumite mo nao, hiyoku wa koigoromo hanasazu.
hadareyuki no sukima kara kurenai no usuyou.
tendou aruku hatsu akane.

jisetsu, ichi hayashi.
toki utsuru ai, ooru yona koto mo sukunakarazu.
hiyoku renri ni mo hanare gata.
kata emi omoeba uruwashi misu.

maruku natta sena de kataru mukashibanashi wa iroasenu.
omoide no naka, taisetsuna kotoba de nari kaeru.

morogoite, makena gaku koi wataru.
omoi tsumite mo nao, hiyoku wa koigoromo hanasazu.
tokoshie nari, iro fukashi. marude tama no youna hotarubi.
kore zo, shin no koi.


Kanji:

孟春の空の霞、眺む
淑気満つ刹那  霞晴れし

沈沈として山深し小暗しの間寄り添って
時のぞむ、明け六つ、響み 天伝う、東雲

諸恋ひて、真日長く恋ひ渡る
思ひ積みてもなお 比翼は恋衣離さず
斑雪の隙間から紅の薄様
天道歩く初茜

時節、逸早し
時移る間、撓る様な事も少なからず
比翼連理[にも離れ方
片笑み想えば愛しみす

丸くなった背中で語る昔話は色褪せぬ
想ひ出の中、大切な言葉で成り返る

諸恋ひて、真日長く恋ひ渡る
思ひ積みてもなお、比翼は恋衣離さず
常しへなり、色深し
まるで珠の様な蛍火
此れぞ、真の恋


English:

I look at, the misty sky of the beginning of spring.
As the graceful atmosphere expires in an instant, the mist clears up.

As silent as the interval of the deep mountains, we get close together.
The wish for time, the sixth hour of the morning, 
the echo, following the heavens, dawn.

The various versions love, the long eulogistic day that ranges to love.
In addition to the thoughts that pile up, the hiyoku separate their love.
From the gaps of the lingering patches of snow the crimson vellum paper.
Walking through the celestial path where the madder red begins.

The seasons、quickly turning.
The elapsing gap of time, warping considerably the appearance of things.
The way the intimate relationship of the hiyoku is separated.
The incomplete one’s smile of lovely expectations.

The folklore that are told with your back in a circle grow dull in color.
In the middle of remembering, precious words that return in result.

The various versions love, the long eulogistic day that ranges to love.
In addition to the thoughts that pile up, the hiyoku separate their love.
The deep color, that is eternity.As though like a ball of light of a firefly.
Here is true love.


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