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 my tears….oh, Annie~.
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, they were my tears…..oh, Annie~.
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... Annie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Back to your heavy use of abstract metaphors. Your lyrics generally tell of a writer who perhaps day dreams in class? ? ? I wild guess but that's the message. Mark