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Imaginary Folklore

something about this song makes me sad and happy at the same time????

 

 

Translation:

The night that the fierce typhoon passed, I was looking down on the city from the top of a tall building
The wind still a little erratic, tearing at the edge of its departure
The lights of the houses nearby shimmered like through searing air
I’ve never witnessed a scene like, though I was used to seeing it

Something is going to change, that’s how I felt, in a little while
It disappears quietly, June, number 6, in a little while, in a little while

I can hear the low anouncement of the final train more clearly than usual
Like always, I just keep on staring blankly at the sky
My eyelids a little heavy, I close my eyes
From far away I hear your voice, I’d better get going

I’ve cleared a period of low pressure, that’s how I felt, in a little while
My feeling suddenly becomes lighter, that’s how I feel, in a little while, in a little while

Something is going to change, that’s how I felt, in a little while
It disappears quietly, June, number 6, in a little while
By the time I notice, the hour hand is pointing to 2 o’clock, in a little while
My feeling suddenly becomes lighter, that’s how I feel, in a little while, in a little while

The night that the fierce typhoon passed, I was looking down on the city from the top of a tall building
I’m still a little erratic, tearing at the edge of its departure

La la la…..