Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here We will pass it on to generations to praise and honor Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here Even when it is covered by fog, Even if it is frightened by the tidal wave (Look for me, hidden away) Going beyond time to return to where it belongs Even if we step into the sea of trees and stop Going beyond the past to get to where we need to be When we step out, there is a garden of oblivion O spirit that dwells in the water Be merciful to the eart
h that we have nurtured O spirit that dwells in the water With arms that scoop gently (The spirit that lives in the fire) (Give strength to the earth they have nurtured) (The spirit that lives in the fire) (Scoop it up with their arms in a gentle manner and give it mercy) The unheard word is not written Told with the melody of the flute The unheard word is not written It will be passed on again to our children (Hear it... the pulse of the water) Blue and deep, ephemeral forest Blue and deep, sle
eping lake Blue and deep, ephemeral forest All you who know it all Blue and deep, ephemeral forest Blue and deep, sleeping lake Blue and deep, ephemeral forest All you who know it all, tell me (Strong feelings, even if only a little, more than anything else)
Going beyond time to return to where it belongs (Strong feelings, even if only a little, more than anything else)
Even if we step into the sea of trees and stop (A strong desire, more than anything else)
Going beyond the past to get to wh
ere we need to be (A strong desire, more than anything else)
When we step out, there is an oblivion… (Your brilliance and happiness)
When we step out, there is an oblivion… (Your brilliance and happiness)
Listen to the passing era (Your brilliance and happiness)
Accept what stands in your way without rejecting it (Your brilliance and happiness)
Even if the season of shivering at the first frost has come (Share with us the bits and pieces of it)
Even if the season of shivering at the first frost
has come (Share with us the bits and pieces of it)
Once the freezing hail passes, it's time for budding (In the shifting of time, the pulse of the water pulse)
Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here (Give mercy to their land again and again)
We will pass it on to generations to praise and honor (In the shifting of time, the pulse of the water pulse)
Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here (with arms that scoop gently, It gave power)
Look for a ray of sunshine even when the fog cove
rs (A light in the transition of time)
The unheard word is not written but (Give mercy to their land again and again)
Told with the melody of the flute (A light in the transition of time)
The unheard word is not written (scoop it up with their arms in a gentle manner and give it mercy)
Relics will continue to be passed down to the next generation. (Blue and deep, ephemeral forest) (Blue and deep, sleeping lake) *Thanks for listening! Please check the description for more information!*
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