eng translation: They're all lonely Your ancient melodies The sorrow in your gentle brow Don’t need to be hidden You wander the mortal world Walking the streets, climbing lonely buildings She once said to pursue progress Even if it all disappears in an instant He once said he wanted to see the birds Soaring freely in the sky You watch as the fires of war burn brighter The bright moon and gentle breeze of before disappear All things are worn down by time into emptiness Love you, who calls the wind to break down mountains Love you, who breaks walls of wind with the blow of a horn Love you, who summons the winds to heal heartache And chase away doubt Love the city of freedom Love the echoing herding songs Mourn those who are forgotten by mortals Tears of blood flowing unnoticed Will you go? Are you worthy? That raging hurricane Will we fight? We will, For the most untethered dreams For the struggles and roars in the name of freedom I’ll take up your face and let the story live on (Yae Miko: It’s not that archons don’t need companionship, just that companions are too much of a luxury. Azhdaha: Morax, if it is fated, we will meet again.) He once said that freedom commanded Cannot be called freedom He once said that only in memories Can old comrades be found Cherry blossoms fly in the thick of spring Yet those who shared the view quietly disappeared I close my eyes again, wishing it was all a nightmare Love you, who sculpts spears to subdue the raging ocean Love you, who wanders the land with adepti at your side Love your thousand years of vigilance Over your corner of the world Mourn those who changed form to voice their sorrows Mourn those who are forgotten by mortals Mourn the memory of dust and the fragrance of flowers Where are those old friends now? Will you go? Are you worthy? This bloody rain and foul wind Will we fight? We will, For the most prosperous dreams For the old friends and enemies of the last thousand years Returning to old haunts to lament the taste of osmanthus wine Your patterning is unique Your convictions are unchanging Love you, who weaves lightning between your fingertips Love you, who slew the serpent to protect your homeland Love your deep meditation Your eternal ways Mourn the kingdoms that must fall Mourn the impermanence of the one under the sakura tree Mourn for the one slowly going cold in your arms The absurdity of heaven’s laws Will you go? We will The bleak winds of war Will we fight? We will, For that eternal dream For a thousand years of eternity, shaken suddenly by thunder Helplessness, joy, and sorrow buried deep inside the heart
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They're all lonelyYour ancient melodiesThe sorrow in your gentle browDon’t need to be hiddenYou wander the mortal worldWalking the streets, climbing lonely buildingsShe once said to pursue progressEven if it all disappears in an instantHe once said he wanted to see the birdsSoaring freely in the skyYou watch as the fires of war burn brighterThe bright moon and gentle breeze of before disappearAll things are worn down by time into emptinessLove you, who calls the wind to break down mountainsLove you, who breaks walls of wind with the blow of a hornLove you, who summons the winds to heal heartacheAnd chase away doubtLove the city of freedomLove the echoing herding songsMourn those who are forgotten by mortalsTears of blood flowing unnoticedWill you go? Are you worthy?That raging hurricaneWill we fight? We will,For the most untethered dreamsFor the struggles and roars in the name of freedomI’ll take up your face and let the story live on(Yae Miko: It’s not that archons don’t need companionship, just that companions are too much of a luxury.Azhdaha: Morax, if it is fated, we will meet again.)He once said that freedom commandedCannot be called freedomHe once said that only in memoriesCan old comrades be foundCherry blossoms fly in the thick of springYet those who shared the view quietly disappearedI close my eyes again, wishing it was all a nightmareLove you, who sculpts spears to subdue the raging oceanLove you, who wanders the land with adepti at your sideLove your thousand years of vigilanceOver your corner of the worldMourn those who changed form to voice their sorrowsMourn those who are forgotten by mortalsMourn the memory of dust and the fragrance of flowersWhere are those old friends now?Will you go? Are you worthy?This bloody rain and foul windWill we fight? We will,For the most prosperous dreamsFor the old friends and enemies of the last thousand yearsReturning to old haunts to lament the taste of osmanthus wineYour patterning is uniqueYour convictions are unchangingLove you, who weaves lightning between your fingertipsLove you, who slew the serpent to protect your homelandLove your deep meditationYour eternal waysMourn the kingdoms that must fallMourn the impermanence of the one under the sakura treeMourn for the one slowly going cold in your armsThe absurdity of heaven’s lawsWill you go? We willThe bleak winds of warWill we fight? We will,For that eternal dreamFor a thousand years of eternity, shaken suddenly by thunderHelplessness, joy, and sorrow buried deep inside the heart