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Kyoto
JUDY AND MARY
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English (by Julie Rose) |
Ai ni iku wa kisha ni notte
Ikutsumo no asa wo hana no saku koro ni
Nakitsukarete waratta
Tsunaida te to te wo hanasenai mama de
Kisetsu ga kawaru mae ni
Anata no sora wo nagareru kumo wo
Fukaku nemuru mae ni
Anata no koe wo wasurenai you ni
Mado wo aketara hora
Tobikonde kuru yo
Itsuka mita haru no yume
Ame agari mune wo somete
Ikutsu mo no asa wo hana no saku koro ni
Kamo gawa koete isogou
Furubita keshiki ni hashagu hitotachi mo
Momoiro no utage yo sakura no hana yo
Kisetsu ga kawaru mae ni
Anata no sora wo nagareru kumo wo
Fukaku nemuru mae ni
Anata no koe wo wasurenai you ni
Kisetsu ga kawaru mae ni
Anata no sora wo nagareru kumo wo
Fukaku nemuru mae ni
Anata no koe wo wasurenai you ni
Mado wo aketara hora
Tobikonde kuru yo
Itsuka mita haru no yume
Ai ni iku wa kisha ni notte
Ikutsumo no asa wo hana no saku koro ni
Nakitsukarete waratta
Tsunaida te to te wo…
Ame agari mune wo somete
Ima ai ni iku wa yawarakai hikari no naka e
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I'll come to meet you on a steam train
Back when the flowers bloomed, there were so many mornings
When I grew tired of crying and smiled
Unable to let go of your hand
I won't forget the clouds that flowed
In your sky before the season changed
I won't forget hearing your voice
Before I fell into a deep sleep
When I open the window, you see
It comes rushing in
A spring dream I once had
The rain stops, I'm impressed by it
When the flowers bloom, let's hurry across
The Kamo River in the mornings
With the other people frolicking in the old scenery
There's a peach-coloured feast of cherry blossoms
I won't forget the clouds that flowed
In your sky before the season changed
I won't forget hearing your voice
Before I fell into a deep sleep
I won't forget the clouds that flowed
In your sky before the season changed
I won't forget hearing your voice
Before I fell into a deep sleep
When I open the window, you see
It comes rushing in
A spring dream I once had
I'll come to meet you on a steam train
Back when the flowers bloomed, there were so many mornings
When I grew tired of crying and smiled
Unable to let go of…
The rain stops, I'm impressed by it
I'll come to meet you now, heading into the soft light
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