明ける夜風に晒す銀色の絹糸が 絡んでは解けていくの 指に巻いた数本の美しいその髪 名残惜しく口づけをした いつかまた出会う日まで 旅立つ彼女に捧げよう緋色の花 届け 本当はここにいて欲しいと願ったの 私のささやかな我が侭 廻る季節は幾百と眺めてきたけれど こんなに寒い日は無かった 過ぎた戦場の後は静まり返る荒野 何を亡くし何を得たのか 問いに答えなど無いと知りながらも 彼女の影を探さずにはいられず 咲いた白百合 一輪の健気さ 儚くも手折られ染まってく 茜に いつも笑った君の顔が好きと 頬を染む貴女はあまりにも無慈悲で 舞わる時計の針はもう動かず 秒針のか細い軸が震えるだけ 聞いて 我が侭ばかり言う私の ちっぽけな最後の貴女への願いを どうか未来に私出会えるその日まで 愛しいその薔薇の香りを憶えてて (Translated by Releska) Those silver threads, exposed in the night wind as it grows light… I twirl them up and release them. Your beautiful hair was wrapped around my fingers. Regretting our parting, I kissed you. Until the day we meet again, I shall offer these scarlet flowers to you, who depart on your journey. I hope they reach you… To be honest, I prayed for you to stay here In my meagre selfishness. Though I have gazed upon hundreds of seasons, There has never been as cold a day as this. The scars of the battlefield are a wasteland, as still as death. What did I lose? What did I gain? Though I know there are no answers to my questions, I can’t live without searching for her. The white lily bloomed. The courage of a single flower… It is transient, and it is broken, staining the ground madder red. “You’re always smiling. I love your smile so much…” Your cheeks were dyed red - ah, you are too cruel. The dancing clock’s hands no longer move. The second hand’s small shaft just quivers… Please, though I do nothing but speak selfishly, Listen to my last wish. A small wish, aimed at you. Please, until the day we meet again in the future, Remember the scent of those dear roses…
