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Dear Vocalist - Silver Rain Saga English Translation
Lyrics: Iwasaki Daisuke
Composition: R・O・N
Where did the river that carves the land come from?
Who do you see reflected in the lonesome water surface?
I don't exist in your universe; I'm being crushed under the misery
Although I'm growing used to the cold as it weaves the night wind
Under the silver rain, the moon listened attentively
At the end of the heartache that shakes my whole body,
My tears glimmer
No matter how many lifetimes we live
Our lips will always look for someone to quench their thirst
Continuously losing one another in a state of moratorium
What a separated pair we are
You don't exist in my universe; you emerge right beyond the horizon
Unable to grasp your crimson shadow, I stand there in a daze
Under the silver rain, if we could look at one another
The love that melts into gentle gazes
Will never break off
We'll become one
"May the stars carry your sadness away.
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty.
May hope forever wipe away your tears.
And, above all, may silence make you strong.”
Under the silver rain, the moon listened attentively
At the end of the heartache that shakes my whole body
Under the silver rain, if we could look at one another
The love that melts into gentle gazes
Will never break off
Notes:
In case someone's interested: the English part appears to be a quote by Chief Dan George, a chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation in British Columbia, Canada.
Composition: R・O・N
Where did the river that carves the land come from?
Who do you see reflected in the lonesome water surface?
I don't exist in your universe; I'm being crushed under the misery
Although I'm growing used to the cold as it weaves the night wind
Under the silver rain, the moon listened attentively
At the end of the heartache that shakes my whole body,
My tears glimmer
No matter how many lifetimes we live
Our lips will always look for someone to quench their thirst
Continuously losing one another in a state of moratorium
What a separated pair we are
You don't exist in my universe; you emerge right beyond the horizon
Unable to grasp your crimson shadow, I stand there in a daze
Under the silver rain, if we could look at one another
The love that melts into gentle gazes
Will never break off
We'll become one
"May the stars carry your sadness away.
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty.
May hope forever wipe away your tears.
And, above all, may silence make you strong.”
Under the silver rain, the moon listened attentively
At the end of the heartache that shakes my whole body
Under the silver rain, if we could look at one another
The love that melts into gentle gazes
Will never break off
Notes:
In case someone's interested: the English part appears to be a quote by Chief Dan George, a chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation in British Columbia, Canada.