piana / ephemeral

 

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1. something is lost
2. early in summer
3. beside me
4. color of breeze
5. little girl poems
6. muse
7. mother's love
8. moon and cello
9. beginning

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English translation by risa uzushiri (Hotwire)

 

 

1. something is lost

rain showers color the town blue
we swim in the light
our tiny goodbye echoed

we might have to say goodbye
what are we starting to forget
we might have to be apart
we might not meet again

we might have to say goodbye
midnight sun in the sky
we might have to be apart
what are we starting to loose

 

 

2.early in summer

we forget about time
just watching the reflected moon
by the quite river
wind blows, just two of us
toured unknown seasons letユs keep walking

forever deeply I wish i could love you
only you in this world tear drops overflowing
I'm looking at your face from the side

distance between us is growing smaller
by the number of blinks
stay beside me
summer's coming soon

summer's coming

3. beside me

many things you told me by my side
voice but no sound gets lost

that is very clear

everything you see in your eyes
won't you show me, too?
stay with me, don't go anywhere

swimming in the sunset
just a little while, if you wait a little while
night will come
let's sleep in the darkness deep

that is very clear

 

4. little girl poems

red skirt swings
smell of sunshine
looking at you from behind, thinking about you in 10 years

you haven't changed at all
looking far with your sad eyes
the wind blew
the memory of day we met

if you would stay with me
i could do anything

can you do me a favor?
please don't let go of my hand

if you would stay with me I could
if you would with me I could

 

7. mother's love

looking at you sleeping with your face in my arm
so much laughing and crying
the space between the door where the wind gets lost

in dreams you always get me in trouble
with forgotten words you talk to me
but still be kind to others

in a silent room with moonlight shining
you sleep without knowing the night
great love, please don't let drop
it's beginning of the story, and i sing

i was looking, looking at your sleeping face
softly swinging February days

 

8. moon and cello

we walk under the moon wind makes my heart dance
you looked up to the sky getting wider and wider behind you

flowers bloom
changing color with each other words

in the little cool wind....