Toki wo Koete
Cross Over Time
Английское название - Cross Over Time ;
Aниме - Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon ;
Комментарий - Mamoru's Image Song ;
Aниме - Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon ;
Комментарий - Mamoru's Image Song ;
Описание
| Japan | English |
|---|---|
| Ima futari wa deai
Toki wo koete yume wo miru... Haikyo no naka de kimi wo mitsuketa Furueru kata wa katakuna de... Sekai wa nido mo kowarete shimai Erabareta futari dake ga... Yoru no yamima no zawameki ni Obieru kimi wo dakishimeru yo Yokotawaru matenrou fukinukeru kaze ni nosete Kuchibue no rekuiemu wo... Itsu no hi ka futatabi umarekawatta jidai wa Yasuraida yuutopia sa... Totemo fushigi sa konna kimochi wa Mae ni dokoka de atta yo ne... Kioku no ito wo taguriyosetara Inishie no mori no miyako Aoi mangetsu ni terasarete Futari wa tsurai koi ni ochita Kimi wo tsurete nigeta yoru wa setsunaku tsumetaku Nagareboshi kazoekirezu Itsu no hi ka futatabi umarekawatte mo kitto Kimi no koto sagasu darou Yokotawaru matenrou fukinukeru kaze ni nosete Kuchibue no rekuiemu wo... Itsu no hi ka futatabi umarekawatta jidai wa... | Now the time when we first met
I cross time and dream of it... Amidst the ruins, that is where I found you My trembling shoulders became tense... If the world once again crumbles to pieces Only we, the chosen two will be left... In the darkness of night, when a sudden sound Frightens you, I will hold you close to me The fallen skyscrapers send off on the wind blowing through the air The sound of a whistled requiem... The age far off someday when we are born again Will be a tranquil utopia... It is so very wondrous, this feeling that I have Long ago, somewhere, I've had it before... The threads of memory drawn in and tied together The capital of the ancient forest Shined upon by the full blue moon The two of us fell in a painful love The night I ran away with you was so cold and heart-breaking The shooting stars above were countless Even if someday we are reborn, I know that surely I will search for you again The fallen skyscrapers send off on the wind blowing through the air The sound of a whistled requiem... The age far off someday when we are born again... |