[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