I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte (colubra) wrote,
I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte
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'Powder Snow', by Ayumi Hamasaki

mou hitori kiri ni shite oite hoshii no
dare mo watashi o shiranu basho e nigetai no
sonna koto machigatte iru to semerareyou to kore ijou
kokoro ga mou motanai ashita wa iranai no

nakitai dake naite mo ii? namida karete shimau kurai
ima nara shiroi yukitachi ga nagashite keshite kureru deshou
nee tasukete

sou koukai nado hitotsu mo shite nai no
itsu mo donna toki mo ima o ikite kita
omokage mo ashiato sae nani hitotsu nokoranai kurai
rousoku ga tokete kono akari kietara

oogoe de sakende mo ii? koe ga karete shimau kurai
ima nara shiroi yukitachi mo subete yurushite kureru deshou
nee onegai

ryoute hirogete kagayaku yuki atsumetai dake na no ni ne
doushite... hakanai...

nakitai dake naite mo ii? namida karete shimau kurai
ima nara shiroi yukitachi ga nagashite keshite kureru deshou

oogoe de sakende mo ii? koe ga karete shimau kurai
ima nara shiroi yuki tachi mo subete yurushite kureru deshou

nakitai dake naite mo ii? namida karete shimau kurai
oogoe de sakende mo ii? koe ga karete shimau kurai

nakitai dake naite mo ii?
oogoe de sakende mo ii?
yuki yamu made


I knew this song was pretty- and I knew the lyrics were probably less than cheerful gauging off the vocal intonation.
Wow.



I want to be left alone.
I want to escape to a place where no one knows me.
That I'm wrong about that, that it's my fault,
is all my heart has. I don't need tomorrow.

Can I cry as much as I want to? Until my tears wither away.
The white snow flows and muffles my tears.
Please help me.

I don't have even one regret.
I've always been living in the present
So that I don't leave even a single trace or footprint,
The candle melts down, this light is extinguished.

Can I scream at the top of my lungs? Until my voice withers away.
The white snow will forgive me for everything.
Please.
I spread my arms wide. I just want to gather the shining snow.
But why? It's so fleeting...

Can I cry as much as I want to? Until my tears wither away.
The white snow flows and muffles my tears.

Can I scream at the top of my lungs? Until my voice withers away.
The white snow will forgive me for everything.

Can I cry as much as I want to? Until my tears wither away.
Can I shout loudly? Until my voice withers away.

Can I cry as much as I want to?
Can I scream at the top of my lungs?
Until the snow stops.
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