Higanbana (feat. 带娃老爹兔先生, Leland Vandervort & 是早早呀z)-骨瓷就是谷慈

Higanbana (feat. 带娃老爹兔先生, Leland Vandervort & 是早早呀z)

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Lyrics:带娃老爹兔先生

Music:带娃老爹兔先生/骨瓷就是谷慈/Leland Vandervort(melody of intro part)

Guitar:带娃老爹兔先生/骨瓷就是谷慈

Bass:是早早呀z

Drums:骨瓷就是谷慈

Piano:骨瓷就是谷慈

Keyboard:是早早呀z

Producer:带娃老爹兔先生

Special Thanks:蔡鸣女士

Falling from between his fingers,

I became a higanbana.

Buried by the Sanzu River,

sprouting on Wangchuan’s bank.

He cannot see me,

yet I keep waiting for him.

I bloom in blood—scarlet flooding both shores,

just to drive away the thick fog over the river.

He forgot to take me home.

Falling from within his heart,

I shattered into glass across the ground.

Blood runs through the wheel of rebirth;

only at the Yellow Springs do scars seal.

He forgot me,

yet I keep watching him.

Blooming in despair, in the bitter cold,

so that before I wither,

I can see him one more time—

then I fear nothing at all.

Higanbana, higanbana,

I burn on the riverbank, keeping watch—

but on the other shore, there is no him.

Cursed flower, cursed flower,

it’s the curse that veiled his eyes—

he forgot to take me home.

I miss him, I miss him, I miss him, I miss him—

please don’t forget me.

I want to go home.

Falling from his life today,

I turned into a skyful of un-ferried sand.

In this life we were indebted—

in which life will I repay him?

He never once remembered,

yet I still keep hoping for him.

I kindle this scarlet that will never die,

just to light the faint road he’ll take when he comes—

he forgot to take me home.

Sprouting from when he came,

I bloom-blind youth of nine lifetimes.

This time I never saw him;

next time, I’ll wait again.

He forgot me,

yet I remember him.

Blooming timidly in the pitch-black,

so that before I fade, I can look at him once more—

then I cling to nothing at all.

Higanbana, higanbana,

I have burned on the riverbank

for ten thousand—then billions upon billions—of years,

I’m about to wither now.

Cursed flower, cursed flower,

it’s the wind of Wangchuan that blows me apart,

drifting farther and farther away.

On that pitch-black river surface—

there he is.

Isn’t that my face? Why is it him??

I am him?! I am him!!

I am him. I am him…

I am no home, I have no home,

no home…

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