Post by Hamane Kera on Dec 28, 2013 3:47:14 GMT -5
A beautiful rose in the white wilderness,
Blooming for the first time; redder than a kiss.
I see it, as it sees me; I am lost in confusion above,
My head aches from… pain or is it love?
A young woman walks around, thus she picks up the rose; another beauty to see,
She is a beauty as her natural perfume suffocates me
A fragrance of need and want fill my stead,
I see an angel, perfect in every way, coming forth from the sea-bed
Her heart burns with no hatred, but a passion to love creation,
She has the best choices laid in front of her future kin
Then the scenery changes to Japans cherry blossomed spring dance,
I lay on the ground, eyes shut, listening to the festivals chants
It all dies away as time and sound flows away; I open a single eye,
Only three feet away the beauty returns, thus I give a sigh
For nine years this feeling has stayed low and at bay,
But now this fire returns hotter than the lightened day
I take a sip of saké; to look past her and see the blossomed sky,
To see the sun and clouds of summer’s lie:
The changing colors of fall’s tree leaves; all saying, “Goodbye:”
The winter’s snow breezes of the wind’s sigh:
Exceptionally none of these are better than saké nigh…
All but this beauty, this angel, makes saké look too bitter to aid,
And rotten; this girl made the most pleasurable drink look like a dull blade
The fertile seen shifted back to my first look upon her,
So many years passed as she fades away as the wind got colder
She appears again; fate changed her body,
But it never touched to sway her thoughts of the key
The rose she plucked years ago,
Set on fire with love as saké trickled slow
Soon to be wilted away; but wanted first,
For its own beauty wanted; it is about to burst
Blooming now, the angel must see it now,
How can it not be seen for the past brow?
I just keep drinking saké and faint from kiss,
For the beauty I have to still witness.
Blooming for the first time; redder than a kiss.
I see it, as it sees me; I am lost in confusion above,
My head aches from… pain or is it love?
A young woman walks around, thus she picks up the rose; another beauty to see,
She is a beauty as her natural perfume suffocates me
A fragrance of need and want fill my stead,
I see an angel, perfect in every way, coming forth from the sea-bed
Her heart burns with no hatred, but a passion to love creation,
She has the best choices laid in front of her future kin
Then the scenery changes to Japans cherry blossomed spring dance,
I lay on the ground, eyes shut, listening to the festivals chants
It all dies away as time and sound flows away; I open a single eye,
Only three feet away the beauty returns, thus I give a sigh
For nine years this feeling has stayed low and at bay,
But now this fire returns hotter than the lightened day
I take a sip of saké; to look past her and see the blossomed sky,
To see the sun and clouds of summer’s lie:
The changing colors of fall’s tree leaves; all saying, “Goodbye:”
The winter’s snow breezes of the wind’s sigh:
Exceptionally none of these are better than saké nigh…
All but this beauty, this angel, makes saké look too bitter to aid,
And rotten; this girl made the most pleasurable drink look like a dull blade
The fertile seen shifted back to my first look upon her,
So many years passed as she fades away as the wind got colder
She appears again; fate changed her body,
But it never touched to sway her thoughts of the key
The rose she plucked years ago,
Set on fire with love as saké trickled slow
Soon to be wilted away; but wanted first,
For its own beauty wanted; it is about to burst
Blooming now, the angel must see it now,
How can it not be seen for the past brow?
I just keep drinking saké and faint from kiss,
For the beauty I have to still witness.