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10.9.2023
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HANATABA is a song that resonated deeply with me when I first heard and read its lyrics. Echo did an amazing job with the translyrics and I really can't thank her enough doing such lovely work despite the fact I asked with such short notice. This is genuinely a very, very important song and cover for me. It has brought me so much comfort, particularly in some especially emotionally turbulent weeks, and I hope this cover can do the same for you to some extent.
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Original: MIMI 様
• 『 ハナタバ 』/ MIMI feat. 可不
Cover Credits:
Vocal/Mix/Art/MV: @xyewii
Twitter ❯ / xyewii
English Translyrics: @echovtuber
Twitter ❯ / michiri9
Comm Info ❯ echovtuber.carrd.co/#comms
(Echo is a really dear friend, and I cannot recommend her enough whether you're looking for VO work, guides or translyrics!)
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Lyrics: (Please credit Echo if you would like to use them)
Not a thing, not a thing, no I don't understand
With a fear in my eyes I keep pushing ahead
With a pain, with a pain, as I cry to the rain
Please God, I don't want the day to break
Ah, all my thoughts keep on racing on and on
No, I can't, wanna stop it all, impatient for the end
"Someone, anyone, pull me back from the edge,"
If I could, I would cry for help until I was gone
Ah, there's nothing here so why would I go on?
On and on and / Waving goodbye, farewell as I / Let go of every lonely yesterday
Caving as my one and only heart gave rise to all the flowers blooming higher in the sky
Honestly, I'll / Throw it all away / Because there's not a thing I wanted anyway
Holding on and on and, I'll do your dance again to see my only HANATABA oh, ah~
Then when I awoke, I was walking down a road
Getting lost, at a loss, suffocating in the dark
I dunno, I dunno, where we're going? I dunno.
My certainty now leaving every smile falls apart
"What's going on? Is there something going wrong?"
Calls a whisper, a whisper now coming out of you
Every song, every sound, through the stars it resounds
Maybe someday, yeah someday I'll tell you the truth
Given up my heart now painted full of lies,
Broken down and empty, I'll say BYE-BYE
Even today I'll have an anxious night
Hurting every time I try to sleep
Waving goodbye, farewell as I / Let go of every lonely yesterday
Caving as my one and only heart gave rise to all the flowers blooming higher in the sky
Honestly, I'll / Throw it all away / Because there's not a thing I wanted anyway
Holding on and on and, I'll give a smile, a memory to remember me by
Hurting after hurting now no knowing how it ends
But a-nothing to be worried for, I'll be O.K.
After all the morning sun'll rise and rise again
But tonight'll be alright, with the MOON by my side
Throw it all away / Because there's not a thing I wanted anyway
Holding on and on and, I'll do your dance again to see my only HANATABA oh, ah~
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tw: suicidal ideation
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Septembers have always been difficult for as long as I could remember. It’s the start of Spring; the days get warmer and the flowers I love so much start to bloom. It’s the season of new beginnings, yet it is also a reminder that I’m in a cycle that doesn’t seem like it’ll ever end unless I was put to rest.
To be frank, it hurts like hell, existing as I am. Every time I thought I was getting better, it felt as though I would suddenly crumble deeper into an inescapable pit.
Last September was especially difficult. I turned 21. I didn’t plan to. I didn’t want to. Yet in the end, the day still came. I remember breaking down horrendously. It was terrifying, thinking back, being all alone while filled with so many horrible thoughts.
But somehow, I still made it here. It still hasn't really settled that I've been 22 for a few days now. Admittedly, I have some wonderful and dearly loved friends who helped me come this far. But I’m also grateful to myself for those times they were able to push past the overwhelming pain and anxiety. I’m proud that I still continue to try my best to move forward.
To my future self, I hope you’re doing OK. You don’t have to be good, just as long as you’re existing that’s all that matters. I bet the future still looks uncertain as hell, doesn’t it? Still not knowing who you are, what you want, and what to do with yourself. I guess this way of living we have right now is really difficult to break out of, but I’m sure you’re trying your utmost best, step by step, inch by inch. I hope you’ll be able to listen back to this cover, read these words again, and think to yourself, “Ah. I’ve overcome so much already, surely I can overcome this too.” I have faith, albeit not quite unwavering, that we’ll be OK one way or another.
And I guess we’ll try our best to live on to every spring, so that we can see the flowers bloom again.
8 сен 2023
