ANIME: HIGURASHI NO NAKU KORO NI OPENING: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni ARTIST: Eiko Shimamiya LETRA: Romaji
Furimuita sono ushiro no (shoumen dare?)
Kurayami ni tsume wo tatete (yoru wo hikisaita)
Amadare wa chi no shizuku to natte hoho wo tsutai ochiru
Mou doko ni mo kaeru basho ga nai nara
Kono yubi tomare watashi no yubi ni
Sono yubi goto tsuretette ageru
Higurashi ga naku akazu no mori e
Ato modori wa mou dekinai...
Hitorizutsu kesarete yuku (aoi honoo)
Kurayami no sono mukou ni (asa wa mou konai)
Kagami no naka de ugomeki nobashite kuru musuu no te de
Saa dareka wo koko e izanainasai
Oni-san kochira te no naru hou e
Donna ni nigetemo tsukamaete ageru
Higurashi ga naku kemono michi kara
Kikoeteita koe wa mou nai
Kono yubi tomare watashi no yubi ni
Sono yubi goto tsuretette ageru
Higurashi ga naku akazu no mori e
Ato modori wa mou dekinai
Oni-san kochira te no naru hou e
Donna ni nigetemo tsukamaete ageru
Higurashi ga naku kemono michi kara
Kikoeteita koe wa mou nai
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ANIME: HIGURASHI NO NAKU KORO NI ENDING: Why, or Why Not? ARTIST: Katakiri Rekka LETRA: English
To get my happiness I had done everything,
but had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.
The sound of footsteps became louder every day,
Then I noticed the fact there was no time.
I was a believer in life to be myself always,
and was asking whether I would be alive.
Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way,
or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins.
Tell me why, or why not. Complaining way too much,
maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.
The whole world was at a complete standstill,
and I was in fetters, at the mercy of the mob.
The silent warning became louder every day.
Then I kept pretending not to hear.
Its meaning had been in the eyes of beholder all along.
It had grown dark before I found a sign.
“Among the nonsense tragedies, what on earth you are looking for?
You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate.”
Tell me why, or why not. Complaining way too much,
maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.
There is nobody who knows there will be nobody.
Except for me, all the world has gone mad.
So what is forgiveness you are willing to withhold?
What is the well-being you are willing to make?
Now what? So what? Don’t you come interrupt me, oh please,
while I am interrupting myself.
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