残り風-instrumental- - Ikimonogakari Übersetzung ins Englische

残り風-instrumental-

「もう二度と戻れない」と知る
涙で滲んだ道を歩いて本当は少しだけ
見えていた明日を気にした
有り触れるその言葉だけどふいに何かを信じてみたいの
いつかまた巡り逢うのだと秘かに誓う
気がつけばもう見えぬ面影を探す
一度無くした日々は何処？何処？
咲き誇れ命の花 凛としてこの心焦がして
吹きやまぬは残り風 あの日を惜しむように流れて明日へと
手探りで掴んでは消える毎日の儚さにも気付いて
曖昧なあたしを壊して 静かに瞳を閉じる
後悔が去り行く希望で それを知っても朝日を見たいの
今強く生きて行くのだと確かに願う
ひとところに留どまる恐さを見つけて踏み出した時
君は何処？何処？
巡りゆくはこの心 小春日の息吹へと寄り添えど
流るる涙消えずにひとひらの風を纏い
流れて君へと
ふわり浮かぶ風 今は見えないけど
確かに見えたの一重の風跡
君が何か伝えたの？ あたしが今伝えるの？
欲しかった答えは 今 今...
時間 満ちて見えた心 今行くよ 変わらないあたしで
響き合う声 言の葉 光を放つように 届け彼方へ
咲き誇れ命の花 凛としてこの心を焦がして
吹きやまぬは残り風 あの日を惜しむように流れて明日へと

Remaining Wind -instrumental-

Learning that "I'll never go back there again"
I've walked the tear-stained path, and secretly just a little bit,
Worried about the future I see.
It's a cliché, but for some reason I suddenly want to believe it.
I secretly swear that someday we'll meet again,
And as I notice, I search for your no longer visible image.
Where are the days that I once lost? Where? Where?
Bloom in splendor, flower of life, make this heart burn brightly.
The remaining wind doesn't stop, flowing like regret for that day, towards tomorrow.
I grasp at it experimentally, but it disappears, making me realize the transience of every day.
It's destroying my vague self, quietly closing my eyes.
Regret becomes a hope that's fading away, though I see it, I want to see the sunrise.
I certainly wish to live strong now.
I found the fear of staying in one place, and the moment I stepped out
Where are you? Where? Where?
This heart keeps wandering, coexisting with the breath of late autumn,
My flowing tears don't disappear, they're wrapped in a gentle wind,
And they flow to you.
The wind floats gently, I can't see it now,
But I certainly saw it just now, a single trace of the wind's passing.
Did you convey something to me? Will I convey something to you now?
The answer I wanted is right now, right now...
As time flies, I've seen my heart, I'm going now, as the same old me.
Our voices and words resonate, shining like light, carrying far away.
Bloom in splendor, flower of life, make this heart burn brightly.
The remaining wind doesn't stop, flowing like regret for that day, towards tomorrow.