Tobu - Mesmerize
BUMP OF CHICKEN - Fighter (Japan)
Mélanie René - Time to Shine (Switzerland)
WORLD ORDER - HAVE A NICE DAY (Japan)
BoA - MASAYUME CHASING (Japan)
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Toujours
Les
feuilles ont bruiu.
Les
oiseaux ont chanté.
La goutte
de rosée s’est attardée.
Les
fleurs ont éclou.
Le
printemps est arrivé.
L’averse
s’est arrêtée.
Les
mouettes sont volés.
Les vagues
ont attendu sur la côte.
Le
soleil s’est couché.
L’été
est arrivé.
Les
feuilles sont tombées.
Les
pommes ont été récoltés.
Les
champignons ont germé.
La forêt
est devenue vivante.
L’automne
est arrivé.
Les
arbres stériles sont mis en rang.
Les lacs
ont gelé la vie.
Les
gouttes de glace sont tombées.
De la
neige,
Une
petite fleur violete est montée.
L’hiver
a fini.
Maintenant,
c’est le printemps encore.
Mais la
journée est silencieuse.
La
journée est vide.
Le temps
s’enfuit.
Le
soleil brille.
Le ciel
est d’un bleu clair.
Les
nuages flottent.
Seulement
je suis immobile.
(Original version of "Still.")
Friday, April 17, 2015
Still
The leaves rustled, revealing the sun's rays.
The birds sang, looking for each other.
The morning dew lingered, glistening on the blades of grass.
The flowers bloomed, signifying spring.
The rain showers left, leaving behind summer.
Seagulls soared, crying out for each other.
The waves idled on the seashore.
The sun slowly set, welcoming the night.
Leaves that turned red, orange, and yellow started falling.
Apples were harvested, leaving behind empty trees.
Mushrooms sprouted, clustering together.
The winds rushed by, carrying winter.
Barren trees lined up.
Lakes froze life.
Ice drops fell.
From the snow, rose
a small purple bud.
Now, it is spring again.
But the day is quiet.
The day is empty.
Time runs away.
The sun shines down.
The sky is a clear blue.
The clouds float on by.
Only I am still.
The birds sang, looking for each other.
The morning dew lingered, glistening on the blades of grass.
The flowers bloomed, signifying spring.
The rain showers left, leaving behind summer.
Seagulls soared, crying out for each other.
The waves idled on the seashore.
The sun slowly set, welcoming the night.
Leaves that turned red, orange, and yellow started falling.
Apples were harvested, leaving behind empty trees.
Mushrooms sprouted, clustering together.
The winds rushed by, carrying winter.
Barren trees lined up.
Lakes froze life.
Ice drops fell.
From the snow, rose
a small purple bud.
Now, it is spring again.
But the day is quiet.
The day is empty.
Time runs away.
The sun shines down.
The sky is a clear blue.
The clouds float on by.
Only I am still.
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