雪の気配 遠い鐘の音 Eyes reflect everything in silence 逆らうものを 咎めはしない 滅びは もう誰の手にもある 見え透く虚勢の狭間で 本当の夢は 沈んでいく 揺れてもなお立つ想い 挑まれることに慣れている それもまた 試されるための糧（かて） 徒然に染まらぬ 誇りだけを守ればいい 声を上げぬ刃こそ 真に鋭く 美しい！ 怒りではなく 理に従う この国が眠る前に 痛みの代わりに示そう 静かなる反逆のかたち 願いの数だけ影がある それでも己（おのれ）は隠せない！ 誰の理解もいらぬ Solitude is the seed of order やがて訪れる朝に 名を残さず 消えていこう 風が止み 焔が消える その時初めてわかるだろう 何がまことで 何が空なのか 英訳 Trace of Snow, Distant Bells The scent of snow, the toll of distant bells Eyes reflect everything in silence I will not condemn those who resist— For ruin already lies in every hand Between fragile displays of pride, True dreams sink out of sight Even as they waver, the heart still stands I’m accustomed to being challenged— That too is nourishment for the soul’s trial If one only guards the pride uncolored by decay, It is enough For the blade that makes no cry Is the sharpest... and most beautiful Not out of anger, but following reason, Before this nation falls asleep, Let me show— Not pain, but the shape of quiet rebellion As many shadows as there are wishes, Yet I cannot conceal myself I need no one’s understanding Solitude is the seed of order When morning finally arrives, I will vanish—without leaving a name When the wind stills, and the flame fades, Only then will it be clear— What is truth, and what is hollow.
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