風が吹いたら | Kaze ga Fuitara

Title: 風が吹いたら
Romaji: Kaze ga Fuitara
Translation: When the wind blows
Arrangement: Comp
Lyrics: Ranko
Vocals: Ranko

Original theme:

  • Sakura Sakura ~ Japanize Dream… – Touhou Youyoumu ~ Perfect Cherry Blossom; staff roll theme

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世の常は無常だと詰まっては流れてく
決まりきったのはつまらない
アクシデント ため息と相対すさくらいろ
思いついたら試したい

yonotsune wa mujou da to tsumatte wa nagareteku
kimarikitta no wa tsumaranai
akushidento tameiki to aitaisu sakurairo
omoitsuitara tameshitai

春も秋もうららにのびていく
退屈が飽きたら好きな花咲かせよう
夢の続きみたいな毎日が
少しでも楽しく過ごせたらそれでいいから

haru mo aki mo urara ni nobite yuku
taikutsu ga akitara suki na hana sakaseyou
yume no tsudzuki mitai na mainichi ga
sukoshi demo tanoshiku sugosetara sore de ii kara

大切も優しさも人によって違うから
風が吹いたら愛が飛ぶ
わからないことはもうわからないままでいい
わかりすぎたらつまらない

taisetsu mo yasashisa mo hito ni yotte chigau kara
kaze ga fuitara ai ga tobu
wakaranai koto wa mou wakaranai mama de ii
wakarisugitara tsumaranai

春も秋もうららにのびていく
またたいたらすぐに巡り繰り返してく
忘れ落ちた積み重ねたものも
それが全てじゃない
じゃあねまた、次の季節で

haru mo aki mo urara ni nobite yuku
matataitara sugu ni megurikurikaeshiteku
wasureochita tsumikasaneta mono mo
sore ga subete janai
jaa ne mata, tsugi no kisetsu de

春も秋もうららにのびていく
退屈が飽きたら好きな花咲かせよう
夢の続きみたいな毎日が
少しでも楽しく過ごせたらそれでいいから

haru mo aki mo urara ni nobite yuku
taikutsu ga akitara suki na hana sakaseyou
yume no tsudzuki mitai na mainichi ga
sukoshi demo tanoshiku sugosetara sore de ii kara

Translation

The world’s constant flow is full of impermanence
Being bound by rules is boring
In an accident, my sigh faces the color of cherry blossoms
If I think of it, I want to try it

Spring and autumn stretch gracefully
If boredom sets in, I let my favorite flowers bloom
Every day is like a continuation of a dream
If I can have a bit of fun, that’s all that matters

Importance and kindness differ from person to person
When the wind blows, love takes flight
It’s okay not to understand what’s unknown
But understanding too much is boring

Spring and autumn stretch gracefully
Just as they twinkle, they soon cycle around
Even the forgotten piled-up things
They are not all that is
See you again, in the next season

Spring and autumn stretch gracefully
If boredom sets in, I let my favorite flowers bloom
Every day is like a continuation of a dream
If I can have a bit of fun, that’s all that matters