Thousand Cranes

In your letter, I could read nothing,
so I want to meet you to hear the words
from your lips.
Even with the white color of the clear sky, a sigh echoes.

If I can just hear it from your lips, and understand why,
the colors
of the sky cause this breath, will I be rescued from this?
We wish to be
strong, for everything that cannot be made good,
Oh how we would like to
forget.

"The you of tomorrow is changing(lying)" when you sing with such
passion,
it lulls me to sleep.
Oh but restraint like thorns twine about
me in sleep.
And even puts the mind to sleep.
In my sleep I feel your hot
and fevered cheek against me.
And when looking into the blurred gap of
reality,
it reveals a dream of shadows, faintly intercepting me,
as it
sings in the oak trees.

My eyes reflect the image of you,
And even if
the day when these eyes lose sight of you comes,
I’m positive you’re burned
into these eyes,
even if I leave you.

The white sky that blots out my
tears shakes,
I seem to have forgotten how to speak,
Where do the tears
flow, and where have they gone?
You’re calling my name.
You hold me so
tightly and it feels as if I might break.
But I’m afraid of losing
you.

Where does the sound of your song come from?
My ears can’t hear
it anymore, but for the echoes shaking within me.
The cold color of the sky
is haunting me, I hold onto the memory of
the warmth, the faint unstable
pulse from you, I felt on my cheek for that
one instance, it almost can’t be
recalled.

Thousands of tiny wings draw close to me,
as I, unrecalled
of the expectation of your return,
emmersed in the cold color of the sky -
got one
last time to hear your voice, at your request. In that moment
the
sound of your sigh, in the cold white sky.
"Those two will never be united as
one being again."