Soulscour - nyanyannya

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Published Date
2018-03-30

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This song was first added to our tracker on Friday August 30, 2019 and hasn't been on our charts yet. It was discovered by VocaBot on the YouTube channel nyanyannya.

translation by bluepenguin
" The Flow of Souls"
Lifting the folds of my thin heart
The echo of a sad, distant sound
drifts on the wind to me
The town prospers with the flow of souls
Thousands of lights are dancing
Clinging to the tail of a pale, leaking light
Swept away by the evening,
how many route markers have I passed?
Though I try to scoop it up and save it,
Life is spilling yet again through my fragile fingers
The festival is mocking me
The moon is in the east, the sun in the west
The siblings played at sunset; night is a corpse
Lighter and more fleeting than transience itself
Seeing off the tail of a pale, leaking light
I am alone as the water from the rocks
settles on my old wounds like snow
Though I try to scoop it up and save it,
Life is spilling yet again through my fragile fingers
Bombarded by innumerable misfortunes,
Can I let go of the hope that leaks from my lungs?
My breath swells, causing thousands of lights to waver
The flow of souls, surging in one direction
The flower of age tugs at my hand,
saying “Go back, go back!”
Though I scoop it up and spill it,
can these fragile fingers still grasp some life?
Ah, night is a corpse–
Night is a corpse–