歌词翻译 (English)
The Wind of the Broken Cliff
I have long stood in the middle of the wind, my smile shuddering,
the cycle of previous incarnations is broken down in my footsteps.
I can no longer be frightened at those tangled, paralysing dreams,
the instant I leap down, everything changes, becomes fuzzy.
My figure goes against the wind, my body drops down,
my soul drifts in a room that I do not know the name of.
I do not have any heart-breaking, withering dreams,
no more sorrow pursuing me.
I do not have the pain of meeting and separating,
we will meet again in another world.
At the edge of the cliff are your beckoning hands,
pulling me to set foot on the road of disappearance.
The smile of the Reaper
and the spectre of your beauty,
the instant I leap down, everything changes, becomes fuzzy.
My figure goes against the wind, my body drops down,
my soul drifts in a room that I do not know the name of.
I do not have any heart-breaking, withering dreams,
no more sorrow pursuing me.
I do not have the pain of meeting and separating,
we will meet again in another world.