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Your spoken words are like a Joruri play

Resounding softly in my heart, clearing the gray

Words are the same, inside the language we hold

And yet a person blows a breath that’s freezing and cold

Turning the phrases into icicles to pierce through the skin

A bitter winter starting from within

Rather than a proud Tengu who forgot how to bend

Losing the humility until the bitter end

I want to look up at the heavy night on high

Searching for a single star to pray beneath the sky

Yeah, that is the version of myself I want to try

Tears are the same, inside the water we shed

And yet a breath of freezing air is traveling ahead

Turning the droplet to a heavy, sleeting rain

Doubling the sorrow and the weight of the pain

Leaning back inside a luxurious chair of gold

Ffuzorikaeru, acting arrogant and bold

Even if I rise and climb up to the height

Kneeling down upon the floor, under the light

Staying close to someone's eye is beautiful and right

Rather than a proud Tengu who forgot how to bend

Losing the humility until the bitter end

I want to look up at the heavy night on high

Searching for a single star to pray beneath the sky

Holding onto reverence, walking through the fray

That is the person that I want to be today

Shining in my own way

Your words are like a Joruri play

No freezing breath, no icicles of pain

Kneeling on the ground

Underneath the sleeting rain

I will look up and pray

To be that person

Forever