My favourite japanese song, sang by Mai Kuraki. Song title, Time After Time.
The ending song of Detective Conan: Crossroad in The Ancient Capital.
Moshimo kimi ni meguriaetara
Nido to kimi no te wo hanasanai
Haru no owari wo tsugeru
Hanamidou
Kasumu hana hitohira
Yomigaeru omoide no uta
Kono mune ni ima mo yasashiku
Time after time
Kimi to deatta kiseki
yuruyaka na kaze fuku machi de
Sotto te wo tsunagi aruita sakamichi
Ima mo wasurenai yakusoku
Kaze ni kimi no koe ga kikoeru
Usurai sae kaeru tooi kioku
Kizutsuku kowasa wo shirazu chikatta
Itsuka mata kono basho de
Meguriaou usukurenai iro no
kisetsu ga kuru hi ni egao de
Time after time
Hitori hanamau machi de
Chirazaru toki wa modoranai keredo
Ano hi to onaji kawaranai keshiki ni
Namida hirari matte ita yo
Kaze mau hanabira ga
Minomo wo naderu you ni
Taisetsu ni omou hodo setsunaku...
Hito wa minna kodoku to iu keredo
Sagasazu ni wa irarenai
Dareka wo
Hakanaku kowareyasui mono bakari
Oimotomete shimau
Time after time
Kimi to irozuku machi de deaetara
Mou yakusoku wa iranai
Dare yori mo zutto
Kizutsukiyasui kimi no
soba ni itai kondo wa
kitto
Time after time
you know you will be mine...
~~~~~~~~~
Translation:
If I meet you by chance again
I won't separate with you the second time
The ending of the Spring informs
The cherry blossom season
A petal of flower that grows hazy
Revives the memories of the song
Now I feel tenderness in my heart
Time after time
The miracle of meeting you by chance
The lenient wind blowing in the street
Softly join hands with you and walked the hill road
Even now I can't forget the promise
I can hear your voice in the wind
The fading distant memory comes back
I don't know the fear of being wounded, I swore
Someday again at this place
To meet with you by chance
At the day when the light pink season comes with a smiling face
Time after time
Alone in the street with the flower flying
Although I can't bring back the scattered time
At the same day with the unchanged scenery
With tears I've waited for you
The petals dancing in the wind
It's just like that they brush the water's surface gently
The more I think it's important, the more I feel the pain
Although everyone feel loneliness
They can't not search for the one
To chase and seek for the
Merely short-lived, fragile thing
If I meet you by chance at the colored street
More promises are not needed
For certainly this time I want to be beside
The one, who can be easily wounded
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