Ana (short ver.)

The place changes and goes

Like a wind, like clouds

Like the traces of the heart

no halt at the places

The place is so far away, be far apart

people's hand does not reach

so merely has the worship

The place is a lofty lord

can't meet nobody put on

We will lose the place

so lofty which changes

Not all were desired

However,we're never sad

Still, there is still the place

far away, far away

The wind blows through the place

an endless,with all

Like the ripple float on the water

It blows as it goes

The place is no make at all

Nothing is shown

Like the sand clasped by hand

It falls vainly

The place is a profound lord

and wear the vain faint light

But we will find it in the place

The hut at which it stands still

if not concerned with all

It will maintain that no dye

therefore there is still the hut

It's lonly,solitary

no halt at the wind

it soars to the sky

Like the verdure which meets with sunrise

It grows up as reborn

The hut has held new one

that's different from all

like the sand castle of the children

but realized with the mind

The person is a vain statue

wear taciturnity calm

still,We will know a huge flow

It is stopped by nobody

Soon,the wind wears the snow cloud

will be dyed to snow-white

Summer grass will incline

No sunlight,feebly shade

The place changes and goes

Like a wind, like clouds

Like the traces of the heart

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