Honoo

A light called a period of peace, terrible conflicts always existed in its shadow
All those present in the funeral procession had few words
Even when drenched in rain, there was no choice but to keep walking...

Closing my eyes, I repeat my sighs in darkness
The warm light I brushed over was a small beat
The book[God] bound in buts[mais] controls history
The burning light I brushed over was someone’s 『Flame』...

If you realize, your path is constantly filled with hardships
But not even one unbearable pain will come upon you...

A white morning sobbing in happiness, a dark night lamenting in sadness
Let’s connect these days we’ve walked through to those who are to be born...
The azure sky reflected in eyes, the pale blue ocean that dissolved tears
Let’s leave this world[place] we loved to our beloved ones...

Ah...morning and night repeat, even when glittering sands fall
Ah...morning and night repeat, even when beloved flowers wither
Ah...morning and night repeat, even when fingers held in promise are separated...
Ah...repeating morning and night, 《Life》[people] goes around...

I saw a beautiful 『Flame』[light]...on the dark horizon that embraces death
Let’s bring to life a few 『Songs of Love』in this world filled with hate...

No matter how long the night may be, morning shall eventually arrive-

So that you won’t be lonely by yourself, I place the 《Twin Dolls》[la poupee] by your sides
I send you, never waking, off with a small coffin as a cradle...
Swaying with happiness is the 《Violet Flower》[Violette], drenched in sadness is the 《Light Blue Flower》[Hortensia]
I give you, never to be born, this song that someone weaved...

Does history create books, or do books create history?
If you can’t live forever, then there is no way of knowing everything
Going around the horizon of morning and night, 『the Fifth Journey』
Will the day when separated ones are connected again arrive?

A nostalgic melody- Whose lips are those-
Ah...the one singing the《Story》is...

“Can roman be found there...?”

Translated by Defade.