Well, might as well post what I translated. The credibility is up to debate though, as my Japanese isn't that perfect as other people on the forum...
Your rosy shape, left in my heart,
shiness of my lips and glossy scent of the night, still like the old times,
time passes meaninglessly and flowers wither away.
Nobody making even a noise, another drop to the water surface,
water-colored teardrops flutter off, from my body however many times,
in solitude's loneliness, my clothes become wet with tears.
There's nothing I can do, nothing I can do.
My heart remains in far skies, hung by distant mountains,
in the thick brightness the rising sun brings. |