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2017-07-01 12:35 pm (UTC)
PROMPT: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke
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Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom:
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lyrics in comment are my own translation because i'm shrugs at the existing one, my all-time favourite sounatsu song
Prompt:
Haikei, Natsu ni Oboreru
- n-buna (rib cover) [
translation
]
the crows are crying, so let's go back home
we gambolled in the city as the day faded
so we wouldn't cry at sunset
the glow of fireflies, the darkening sky
summer is at an end, and your voice just
grows hoarse, grows faint, just a little
your back to glowing red
the evening dusk, the ends of the sky
faded dreams dye you now
the cicada's song stops
and, still hoarse,
under the torii where the crows cry
you laugh, in the corners of summer
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PROMPT: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: lyrics in comment are my own translation because i'm shrugs at the existing one, my all-time favourite sounatsu song
Prompt: Haikei, Natsu ni Oboreru - n-buna (rib cover) [translation]
the crows are crying, so let's go back home
we gambolled in the city as the day faded
so we wouldn't cry at sunset
the glow of fireflies, the darkening sky
summer is at an end, and your voice just
grows hoarse, grows faint, just a little
your back to glowing red
the evening dusk, the ends of the sky
faded dreams dye you now
the cicada's song stops
and, still hoarse,
under the torii where the crows cry
you laugh, in the corners of summer