Falling Leaves and Autumn Breeze（《番凩》英文版） - 井上系/Oliver.lrc

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[00:03.594]原曲：Kaito & Meiko-番凩（落叶秋风）
[00:10.851]演唱：Vocaloid Oliver, Fukase
[00:19.813]Drying greet, the autumn wind is soaking, soaking weeds
[00:24.623]Dying leaves, their yellow coat is draining, draining weak
[00:29.451]Passing days, one and another, days of days waiting
[00:34.074]Walking by, counting how long it takes
[00:38.414]Words in leaves, words are forming golden colors in greens
[00:43.683]And now, writing with the ink of sunlight while she's setting
[00:48.575]When the palms of yours catching a scarlet leaf like this
[00:53.359]This is what she'll speak:
[00:58.160]To the homeland we loved, we left, we went to somewhere else
[01:02.837]To the places where leaves are falling, falling to the ground
[01:07.703]Though the time can't be told, be felt, be dealt with craving sounds
[01:12.751]Can't be tamed, can't be safe when future's guides are worth your doubts
[01:32.983]Dying leaves, their yellow coat is draining, draining weak
[01:36.760]Drying greet, the autumn wind is soaking, soaking weeds
[01:40.582]Hand in hand, the bond will never slip from finger tips
[01:44.213]Walking by, how times we've counted fly
[01:47.610]Holding lives of the past and present, I wonder why
[01:51.714]Such a pair of hands can knit out artworks, small and fine
[01:55.491]How can I describe an artwork that blooming right…
[01:59.158]In the world without lives?
[02:02.926]On lanes where a little one is marching, marching still
[02:06.606]I can't be, one can't be the backbone of her trip, until…
[02:10.339]“Bring the sword, sword with scarlet blade and sheath are sounding shrill.”
[02:14.146]…Autumn breeze, take my body and the very leaf with him
[02:33.500]Gently stroke the air, sand, and new dirt
[02:37.227]Winds have cured me with power from earth
[02:40.511]I lived, as if a toddler cries to others
[02:43.741]That they should have chase winds after their days of birth
[02:47.961]Scarlet red, dyeing shimmer colors of a rusty gold
[02:51.724]Swaying roots, woods and trees whose branches' twigs are founded bald
[02:55.502]Crossing through, as the withered leaves are falling to the old
[02:59.188]Without wings, flying within her winds is what they can't hold
[03:03.009]May the leaves, be my amulet of future afterwards
[03:06.793]May the winds be your feathers, fighting undiscovered murk
[03:10.328]No regrets, wish your onward steps and efforts are firm
[03:14.208]May this song for the autumn drought rest assured and be heard

文本歌词

原曲：Kaito & Meiko-番凩（落叶秋风）
演唱：Vocaloid Oliver, Fukase
Drying greet, the autumn wind is soaking, soaking weeds
Dying leaves, their yellow coat is draining, draining weak
Passing days, one and another, days of days waiting
Walking by, counting how long it takes
Words in leaves, words are forming golden colors in greens
And now, writing with the ink of sunlight while she's setting
When the palms of yours catching a scarlet leaf like this
This is what she'll speak:
To the homeland we loved, we left, we went to somewhere else
To the places where leaves are falling, falling to the ground
Though the time can't be told, be felt, be dealt with craving sounds
Can't be tamed, can't be safe when future's guides are worth your doubts
Dying leaves, their yellow coat is draining, draining weak
Drying greet, the autumn wind is soaking, soaking weeds
Hand in hand, the bond will never slip from finger tips
Walking by, how times we've counted fly
Holding lives of the past and present, I wonder why
Such a pair of hands can knit out artworks, small and fine
How can I describe an artwork that blooming right…
In the world without lives?
On lanes where a little one is marching, marching still
I can't be, one can't be the backbone of her trip, until…
“Bring the sword, sword with scarlet blade and sheath are sounding shrill.”
…Autumn breeze, take my body and the very leaf with him
Gently stroke the air, sand, and new dirt
Winds have cured me with power from earth
I lived, as if a toddler cries to others
That they should have chase winds after their days of birth
Scarlet red, dyeing shimmer colors of a rusty gold
Swaying roots, woods and trees whose branches' twigs are founded bald
Crossing through, as the withered leaves are falling to the old
Without wings, flying within her winds is what they can't hold
May the leaves, be my amulet of future afterwards
May the winds be your feathers, fighting undiscovered murk
No regrets, wish your onward steps and efforts are firm
May this song for the autumn drought rest assured and be heard