Feathers Across the Seasons - English Lyrics

Original translation by zcatcracker, edited by mois, I hope you enjoy.

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KAGAMINE RIN: Falling flakes of powdery snow cover the mountain ridge in white.

In a rundown house in a ghostly village,

We lean in close throughout the cold, winter night.

“The day that we met, it snowed then, too,”

You whisper fondly with a warm smile.

I turn my face, flushed from the hearth fire,

And hide in the shadow of your sleeve.

With the approach of the spring,

I sing with the twittering birds of its joyous changes.

“What a beautiful voice,” you murmured tenderly.

And just those simple words made me so happy.

“If one day, I grow old, and can no longer

Sing beautifully for you, would you still love me?”

“Of course I would,” you smile kindly.

Gently, your large hand caressed my cheek.

One summer afternoon, fresh leaves aglow, you fell ill from a desperate disease.

The livelihood of a poor village couple

Is not enough to afford the medicine to heal you.

The next day, and the day after,

I kept weaving and weaving at the loom.

Autumn’s fleeting maples shed their copper leaves,

But I will not allow your life to fall as they do.

The season passes by

And the bell crickets chirp to signal the end of summer.

“Such beautiful fingers,” you say, gripping my scraped hands,

But your own fingers are much too, too cold…

“If one day, I grow old and my fingers are

No longer so beautiful, would you still love me?”

“Of course I would,” you tell me, coughing,

Covering my stinging fingers in your large hand.

Day and night, weaving by the loom. (KAGAMINE LEN: Ahh…. The breeze of the sunset...)

Hurry, I must hurry, and buy the medicine… (Cruelly blows out the life...)

A little more, just a bit longer, before the maple leaves shed (Of rotting fruit, dropping them to earth...)

Until my fingers stop… Until I run out of my feathers…

(Vocalizing)

“If one day, I’m no longer even human,

Would you still love and stay with me?”

Too scared, the truth remaining untold,

Softly, alone, I break off the very last feather…

“Of course I will,” I smile, lovingly,

Embracing you, who have given up your wings for me.

“Even now, I will always remember,

The crane that flew so beautifully on that day…

And in this, our very last hour, I still love you…”