Namikawa Daisuke (Isana Yashiro) - Tales of Hermit | Текст песни

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• Namikawa Daisuke (Isana Yashiro)
• Tales of Hermit

Tooi mukashi no hanashi wo shiyouka

Rekishi no naka ni umoreta

Sore ha keshite　Katararenai

Tsurugi no hanashi

Moete ochiyuku　Sora no shita

Tsurugi wa nukarete　Nuitometa

Owaru koto naki　Rougoku he to

Kono karada to　Kono te ashi wo

Toki no kusari ni musubarare nagara

Ude wo nobashite　Nobashitemo

Yubisaki sae mo furerarenai

Hakugin no utsuwa

Aware na otoko no hanashi wo shiyouka

Rekishi no yami ni nigenobita

Sore wa keshite　Yurusarenai

Otoko no hanashi

Karete kuchiyuku　Sora no ue

Otoko wa ubaware　ochinobiru

Tada hitotoki no　Yasuragi he to

Kono tamashii to　Kono kokoro wo

Toki no kusari ni toki hanatarete

Ude wo hirogete　Hirogetemo

Fureru saki kara kuzure ochiru

Mushoku no utsuwa

Ude wo nobashite　Tada nobashite

Yubisaki dake demo fureraretara

Ude wo hirogete　Tada hirogete

Tsukanda sono te wa hanasanai

Shuiro no wagasa

Korekara saki no hanashi wo shiyouka

Itsuka rekishi ni naru darou

Soredemo ima ha masshiro na

Bokura no hanashi

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Let's talk about something a long, long time ago

Buried within the flow of history

The story of a sword

That could never be told

Beneath a burning and falling sky

The sword was drawn, and pinned

This body, these limbs

To an endless prison

Tied down by the chains of time

No matter how much I stretch out my hand, stretching it far

Even my fingertips can't reach

A silver vessel

Let's talk about a pitiful man

One that escaped into the darkness of history

The story of a man

Who should never be forgiven

Above a rotting sky

The man was taken, and fell into

A momentary rest

With this soul, and this heart

Released from the chains of time

I spread my arms, spread them wide

It crumbles into dust from my touch

A colorless vessel

I stretched out my hand, stretched it far

If even our fingertips could touch

I will spread my arms, spread them wide

And never let go of that hand I have in my grasp

A crimson parasol

Let's talk about the future a little

Even though everything will turn to history someday

Let's talk about us

Who still remain pure white

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