Petals float in the air, like a pair of sandals, dancing
If I could just rise up and take flight, then I'd be...
Fluttering, fluttering about
Dancing here by myself, just that and nothing more
Flowers, Made to Fall
Music and Lyrics: n-buna
Art and Movie: Awashima
Background and Design: No.734
Translation: Descent Subs
The weather at the start of spring has become nice and clear,
and so I put on these red sandals
This place I've come to is that of row of trees I first heard about from you
The place where sakura trees line the path
I couldn't stand the way so many people walked by with their faces down,
not to mention how the rain of sakura petals was such a happy sight
and so I thought "I'll dance for them"
Tatta-rata, ra-ta-ta
I lift my feet
Tatta-rata, ra-ta-ta
Playing forth a sound
Tatta-rata, ra-ta-ta
I'll dance the dance of spring,
beneath the sakura trees
Petals float in the air,
like a pair of sandals, dancing
If I could just rise up and take flight, then I'd be...
Fluttering, fluttering about
Dancing here by myself, just that and nothing more
Even as people moved to avoid me,
their cold stares didn't bother me in the least
Even as I tripped over my own feet
and hair came undone, I couldn't help but enjoy it
Like I'd become a different person, no longer bent at the waist from those burdens I live with
Even the way these petals fall,
causes those memories I made with you to come flooding back
They swallow me up, to the point that I can't think of anything else,
if I don't hurry up and tell you...
I came to your funeral,
just your-run-of-the-mill kind of irony
Just saying something and shuffling along, for propriety's sake
Ah, now here I am,
fluttering, fluttering about
Hanging my head, all alone, just that and nothing more
Petals float in the air, like a pair of sandals, dancing
If you go away completely, vanishing into thin air,
I'll still be right here
Fluttering, fluttering about
Just dancing here alone on the day of your funeral
Hanging my head, all alone, just that and nothing more