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Me and You... All Alone

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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tsubasa - Amrita ( English Translation )

Listen and you can hear the distant sound
of someone humming a familiar song,
like sacred nectar, like a dream
Let me sleep surrounded by it

Why is the world being washed away
in contradictions and helplessness?
At sunset,
we always watched the madder-red clouds together
but you can't be with me anymore

When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was a part of me
and I dried my tears

The shooting stars that rain straight down
on your body, on your shoulders, are amrita

Your heart can feel the nights
when the earth itself is crying
If your wounds are hurting you,
shoot your wish as an arrow up to the sky

When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was a part of me
Please stop the passing of time

The sound of raindrops echoes across the horizon,
something definite that,
in those days, was amrita

When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was a part of me
and I dried my tears

Shooting stars cascade straight down
and become the rain that falls on you... amrita

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