人はよし思ひ止むとも 忘れ得ぬ 暮れにける春日
紅の深染の土 雨降りて うつろはめやも
花は咲けども我が身は 哀慟血泣に敢へず 夜ごとに
亡き人思ほゆ 我が色 皆人らが後の表
「ねがわくは桜のもとにて春死なむ」
思へども 悲しきものは 世の中にあり
散りぬる 心緒 人こそ知らね桜は知るらむ...
花は咲けども我が身は 哀慟血泣に敢へず 夜ごとに
亡き人思ほゆ 我が色 皆人らが後の表
争ふはしに 過ぎにし人らがありき
またも逢はめやも 霞のごと 消ぬらく惜しも
散りぬる 心緒 人こそ知らね桜は知るらむ...
Hito wa yoshi omohibi yomutomo, wasure enu kurenikeru haruhi
Kurenai no kusome no tsuchi ame furite utsuru wa meyamo
Hana wa sake domo wa ga mi wa kanashimi ni aezu yogoto ni
Nakihito omohoyu wa ga iro mina hitora ga ato no shirushi
Negawaku wa sakura no moto ni te harushi namu
Omoe domo kanashiki mo no wa yo no naka ni ari
Chirinuru omohi, hito koso shirane sakura wa shiru ramu
Hana wa sake domo wa ga mi wa kanashimi ni aezu yogoto ni
Nakihito omohoyu wa ga iro mina hitora ga ato no shirushi
Arasofu hashi ni sugi nishi hitoraga ariki
Matamo awa meyamo kasumi no goto kenu raku oshimo
Chirinuru omohi hito koso shirane sakura wa shiru ramu.
___________
Even if they stop thinking about it, I will not forget the spring day that grew dark.
Won't the deep crimson dying the earth fade with the falling rain?
Though the sakura flowers bloom, my body can endure this sorrow every night.
My color is the thing remembered of the dead, the mark that appears after everyone forgets.
"I want to die under the Sakura tree in the spring."
But I already think there are sad things in this world.
Even if they don't know the thoughts of my scattered heart, the sakura knows.
Though the sakura flowers bloom, my body can endure this sorrow every night.
My color is the thing remembered of the dead, the mark that appears after everyone forgets.
In times of conflict, there were people the world left behind.
Is there a reason to meet again? Like mist, precious things fade away.
Even if they don't know the thoughts of my scattered heart, the sakura knows.
紅の深染の土 雨降りて うつろはめやも
花は咲けども我が身は 哀慟血泣に敢へず 夜ごとに
亡き人思ほゆ 我が色 皆人らが後の表
「ねがわくは桜のもとにて春死なむ」
思へども 悲しきものは 世の中にあり
散りぬる 心緒 人こそ知らね桜は知るらむ...
花は咲けども我が身は 哀慟血泣に敢へず 夜ごとに
亡き人思ほゆ 我が色 皆人らが後の表
争ふはしに 過ぎにし人らがありき
またも逢はめやも 霞のごと 消ぬらく惜しも
散りぬる 心緒 人こそ知らね桜は知るらむ...
Hito wa yoshi omohibi yomutomo, wasure enu kurenikeru haruhi
Kurenai no kusome no tsuchi ame furite utsuru wa meyamo
Hana wa sake domo wa ga mi wa kanashimi ni aezu yogoto ni
Nakihito omohoyu wa ga iro mina hitora ga ato no shirushi
Negawaku wa sakura no moto ni te harushi namu
Omoe domo kanashiki mo no wa yo no naka ni ari
Chirinuru omohi, hito koso shirane sakura wa shiru ramu
Hana wa sake domo wa ga mi wa kanashimi ni aezu yogoto ni
Nakihito omohoyu wa ga iro mina hitora ga ato no shirushi
Arasofu hashi ni sugi nishi hitoraga ariki
Matamo awa meyamo kasumi no goto kenu raku oshimo
Chirinuru omohi hito koso shirane sakura wa shiru ramu.
___________
Even if they stop thinking about it, I will not forget the spring day that grew dark.
Won't the deep crimson dying the earth fade with the falling rain?
Though the sakura flowers bloom, my body can endure this sorrow every night.
My color is the thing remembered of the dead, the mark that appears after everyone forgets.
"I want to die under the Sakura tree in the spring."
But I already think there are sad things in this world.
Even if they don't know the thoughts of my scattered heart, the sakura knows.
Though the sakura flowers bloom, my body can endure this sorrow every night.
My color is the thing remembered of the dead, the mark that appears after everyone forgets.
In times of conflict, there were people the world left behind.
Is there a reason to meet again? Like mist, precious things fade away.
Even if they don't know the thoughts of my scattered heart, the sakura knows.