Ta voix (Your Voice)
--my wish is to die covered with flowers--
--in the spring under full moon--
As for you
can you make out my shape?
Is everything in front of you
tinged with liberty?
--to have an offering of
cherry blossoms made over my remains...
...if one wishes to mourn my death.--
I am not afraid.
To cry all day
is not something I need.
I have settled everything
with a light touch and [looking] ahead
I prick up my ears.
I long for the landscapes from over there
and since half of me stayed serene,
now I can remember your smile.
block my way,
I'll strike them down(1).
The only oath I took in this place,
is the oath to await your return(2).
--opposition... corrupted impulsiveness--
give me acceleration fever.
I have secluded my conscience,
and my feelings go dull as time goes by.
Ah! Only with one half of my being
do I repent, shade off and fade.
--remembering human existence melancholy,
even ghosts stray from the straight and narrow path--
These feelings that formerly
made me doubt, I'll strike them down.
All this pain and sadness
I'll part in two
and send a half to you. This place...
it is the world of yours
and the ideal world of ours.
--"I'll await your return, always..."(3)--