Japans:
Negaiwa anatani furisosogu
Sotto kanashimiwo koete
Itsuka futatabi deaeruto
Naiteita anatano yokogao omouyo

Yururi tokiwa nagarete
Hakura mukashino kotowo omouyo
Anohini mita hoshiwa Naniyori kagayaite
Eienwo tashikani kanjite

Negaiwa anatani furisosogu
Sotto kanashimiwo koete
Itsuka futatabi deaeruto
Naiteita anatano yokogao omouyo

Dakarete Hakanaku chitta omoiwa
Azayakani sakihokor hanaoyou
Sugiyuku kisetsuwo ikudo megureba
Konokoewa anatani kikoerudarou

Deai soshite wakarewa Ikura kurikaeshitemo Nagareru
Namidani itsunohika Ooreteshimauhodo
Munenonaka anatade afurete

Negaiwa anatani furisosogu
Sotto kanashimiwo koete
Itsuka futatabi deaeruto
Naiteita anatano yokogao omouyo

Dakarete Hakanaku chitta omoiwa
Azayakani sakihokor hanaoyou
Sugiyuku kisetsuwo ikudo megureba
Konokoewa anatani kikoerudarou

Tatoeba Konoseni hanega arunara
Tabidatta anatawo oikakete
Togireta kiokuno itowo tsunagete
Mou ichido anatawo dakishimetakute

Negaiwa anatani furisosogu
Sotte kanashimiwo koete...


Engels:
My wish pours down on you
Softly overcomming the sadness
If we are to encouter once more
I will think of your crying profile

The slow time flows
I remember things from distant, olden days
The star I saw on that day
Shined more than anything else, doubtlessly I felt eternity

My wish pours down on you
Softly overcomming the sadness
If we are to encouter once more
I will think of your crying profile

Being hold, my momentarily scattering feelings
Are like a flower vividly in fullness of bloom
How often do the passing seasons have to return
Until this voice is heard by you...

Encounters and farewells,
No matter how much they repeat themselves
The flow is streaming
Someday my chest will overflow with you so much
That I'll be drowned by my tears

My wish pours down on you
To the end of the returning fate
If we where to encounter once more
I'm singing about these dreams I believe in

Being hold, my momentarily scattering feelings
Are like a flower vividly in fullness of bloom
How often do the passing seasons have to return
Until the voice is heard by you...

If there were wings to this back
I would chase after you, because you have left
I would connect the interrupted threads of my memory
Because I want to hold you once more

My wish purs down on you, softly overcoming the sadness...


Lieve Isshi R.I.P
Ik mis je zo erg :'(
(huil)

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