Rusu roku ni natta mama de anata no koe ga kikoeru
Irusu nante gomen ne rashikunai yo ne
"mata kakeru yo" tatta juu byou no messaaji wo
Makimodoshite kurikaesu
Yobikakeru yawarakai koe mo hanashikata mo
Zenbu ai shiteta
Sayonara wa ienai kara anata kara no denwa ni wa
Mou nido to denai koto de
Semete isagiyosa misetakatta
Yurushite ne hanashi wo shitara naku kara
Furui ringu hidari mimi no piasu
Nagai ude to hiji no kizu
Mijikai tsume kata no hokuro mo
Tsumetai te mo zenbu ai shiteta
Yawarakai koe yasashii hanashikata
Nagai ude to hiji no kizu
Furui ringu suzu no udedokei
Tsumetai te mo zenbu ai shiteta
Kore kara mou koi wo shinakereba
Kono omoi wa seijitsu to yobareru no?
Ai shiteru ai shiteru
....this is my most favorite japanese song(among the very few that i've heard); it has that sad undertone that, even though you don't understand the language you'll get the feel what she's talking about...even more beautiful are its lyrics, the english translation cannot fully bring out the meaning of the song...but still, here they are...
愛してる, 愛してた
a i s h i t e r u . a i s h i t e t a
Performed by Dreams Come True
Lyrics: Yoshida Miwa
Music: Yoshida Miwa
Arrangement: Dream Come True
English Translation: tsubasa ( courtesy : http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1392948)
I can hear your voice, which has become a recording on the machine.
I'm pretending to be away, which doesn't really seem like I'm trying
to say I'm sorry, does it?
"I'll call again." It was a mere ten second message.
But I'll rewind it over and over again.
You call out to me with your tender voice.
I love and cherish it all.
I don't want to say sayonara to you,
So I can't bring myself to call you back.
I wish that I could find at least the courage to return your call,
Forgive me, I'll cry if we speak to each other,
so...Your old ring... Your pierced left ear...
The long arms and scratched elbows...
Short fingernails... The mole on your shoulder...
And your cold hands... I loved everything.
Your tender voice... Sweet words...
Long arms and scratched elbows...
Your old ring... Tin wristwatch...
And your cold hands... I cherished and loved it all.
If we are no longer in love, then
These memories are sacred, don't you agree? I love you... Oh, I love you...
...i know, too mushy!!...but it makes my ears very happy...
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