(Man Lady Plain- Both of them or the narrator)
The powdery snow, slowly sways down,
Sheathing the mountains in soft, pure white.
The two inside a run-down house in a barren village,
Huddle together in the cold winter night.
"It has also been snowing on the day we met,"
*You murmured with a smile,
And I'd hidden my face, flushed from each cheek,
Within the shadow of your large sleeve.
With a breath of joy,
I sang a spring's arrival along with the chirping birds.*
"Your voice is beautiful," *you told me,
Just those words, and those alone, made me so happy!
"If someday, I no longer had this beautiful voice,
Would you still, even then, love me?"*
"Of course," *you said, softly smiling,
As your large hand, gently stroked my cheek.*
**"A crane... snared in this weather?
Wait I will set you free"**
And it flew ever so elegantly.
*One hot summer afternoon,
You coughed blood and collapsed...
Our poor married life,
Couldn't afford it's cure...
The next day came by, along with the following,
I did nothing else, but purposely weave...
I wouldn't let your life,
Fall like the fleeting autumn leaves!
The seasons flow by,
And the bell crickets shriek.
The end of summer is marked by their cries.*
"Your fingers are beautiful," *you told me,
Delicately clutching my wound-covered hands...
But yours were much too cold!
"If someday, I no longer had these beautiful fingers,
Would you still, even then, love me?"*
"Of course," *you said, coughing,
As your large hands caressed my aching fingers.
Day and night, don't stop weaving...*
~~Ah, the sunset's cool breeze~~
Hurry,hurry, I need to buy medicine...
~~Sways the sluggishly decaying fruit's scent~~
Just a bit more, only a bit more; before the autumn leaves fall...
~~Until it goes out~~
*Until these fingers can't move... Until these feathers are all used up!!!
"If someday, I were no longer a human,
Would you still love me?"
The truth I feared left untold,
I softly pluck the final feather alone...*
**"Of course," I say, warmly smiling,
I promised I'd embrace you, even if you've lost your wings!
And that crane which had beautifully taken flight that day...
I've always remembered, and never forgotten, even now!**
And just like always, I love you
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
(Man Lady Plain- Both of them or the narrator)
The powdery snow, slowly sways down,
Sheathing the mountains in soft, pure white.
The two inside a run-down house in a barren village,
Huddle together in the cold winter night.
"It has also been snowing on the day we met,"
*You murmured with a smile,
And I'd hidden my face, flushed from each cheek,
Within the shadow of your large sleeve.
With a breath of joy,
I sang a spring's arrival along with the chirping birds.*
"Your voice is beautiful," *you told me,
Just those words, and those alone, made me so happy!
"If someday, I no longer had this beautiful voice,
Would you still, even then, love me?"*
"Of course," *you said, softly smiling,
As your large hand, gently stroked my cheek.*
**"A crane... snared in this weather?
Wait I will set you free"**
And it flew ever so elegantly.
*One hot summer afternoon,
You coughed blood and collapsed...
Our poor married life,
Couldn't afford it's cure...
The next day came by, along with the following,
I did nothing else, but purposely weave...
I wouldn't let your life,
Fall like the fleeting autumn leaves!
The seasons flow by,
And the bell crickets shriek.
The end of summer is marked by their cries.*
"Your fingers are beautiful," *you told me,
Delicately clutching my wound-covered hands...
But yours were much too cold!
"If someday, I no longer had these beautiful fingers,
Would you still, even then, love me?"*
"Of course," *you said, coughing,
As your large hands caressed my aching fingers.
Day and night, don't stop weaving...*
~~Ah, the sunset's cool breeze~~
Hurry,hurry, I need to buy medicine...
~~Sways the sluggishly decaying fruit's scent~~
Just a bit more, only a bit more; before the autumn leaves fall...
~~Until it goes out~~
*Until these fingers can't move... Until these feathers are all used up!!!
"If someday, I were no longer a human,
Would you still love me?"
The truth I feared left untold,
I softly pluck the final feather alone...*
**"Of course," I say, warmly smiling,
I promised I'd embrace you, even if you've lost your wings!
And that crane which had beautifully taken flight that day...
I've always remembered, and never forgotten, even now!**
And just like always, I love you
Thanks to Shikiori no Hane Tsuru no Ongaeshi and the people behind them! Peace!
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