И вот, наконец-то, пришла эта долгожданная четвертая семилетка твоей жизни, поднявшая тебя на уровень ЭГО, несущая с собой полную самореализацию и возможность проявить во всей красе свою базовую и творческую. И ты думаешь - о да, я теперь взрослый! - перебирая в голове все положительные изменения за последние и непоследние годы.
А на самом деле все осталось на месте, ничего никуда не делось. Уход от реальности, впечатлительность, наивные мечты и детский уровень мышления.
Хотя нет, кое-какое взросление наблюдается. После "Волчьего дождя" я плакала не меньше трех суток, а после "Почтовой пчелы" пришла в себя за день. Достижение.
I believe that the message of this song is - 'I miss you'. after hearing songs like this I cannot help wondering - why do people create such touching and tender songs?
actually this time I was too lazy to write down the lyrics myself so I must refer here for taking the ready lyrics. translation is mine, of course
If I say my wish to the falling star, I will hold your hand again at that place
A star-cherry bloomed like flower petals that have been sleeping for thousands of years
Worrying about tomorrow, feeling gratified in the evening – my heart which is reborn then,
And the joy that replaced disappointment – I received them from you
When I said I would be able to come back soon, you hid your hands behind your back
I want to convey my gratitude to you for the feeling that I could not see then
If I say my wish to the falling star, I will hold your hand again at that place
Someday with this letter I will make the forgotten monochrome sky return to how it was before
If only this wish bounds us for eternity, we will meet again at that place
A star-cherry bloomed like flower petals that have been sleeping for thousands of years
The warmth that you locked, the heart that is waiting for growing old
Teasingly showed an illusion, but I could not see it because the tears of joy blurred my vision
You knew, right? That I would not come back… In your hands that you hid behind your back
There was a feeling – and I was week for not trying to see it
If I say my wish to the falling star, I will hold your hand again at that place
Someday with this letter I will make the forgotten monochrome sky return to how it was before
If only this wish bounds us for eternity, we will meet again at that place
A star-cherry bloomed like flower petals that have been sleeping for thousands of years
You see, those days when the life was ordinary, you were by my side, and it felt so natural
That I thought you would always be, and that is why I did not worry, that is how it was…
If I can turn the time back to the there where I want to be, I will hold your hand again at that place,
Crying because of the coming sadness, parting with the pain which is impossible to heal from
I wave my hand wishing that the day comes when I will be able to say ‘see you again’,
When the monochrome sky becomes sepia-coloured, see you again someday, see you at that place
