
Wind Ripples in the Sacred Precincts
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"Wind Ripples in the Sacred Precincts" is a narrative ballad depicting a journey through a quiet, sacred realm, guided by the shadow of a torii and the sound of bells. Like wind ripples etched into sand, hesitation and pain gradually settle, and prayer transforms into resolve. Tender passages intertwine with moments where the pulse quickens, depicting the strength to press forward even while embracing one's own fear. It is a song that steadies the heart and gently pushes you forward in the hours before the dawn.
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Lyrics (Japanese)
鳥居の影が 夕凪に溶けて
砂に走る 風紋が揺れる
胸にしまった 願いの欠片
鈴の一音が 先に祈る
踏み入れたのは ただの森じゃない
呼吸の奥へ 続く道
名前のない痛みさえ
ここなら ほどける
神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ
わたしの迷いを 描き替えて
消えそうな声を もう一度呼ぶ
祈りは遠くへ 逃げない
濡れた石畳 月影の糸
足音だけが 罪を数える
強さの仮面 置き去りにして
素顔のまま 立ち向かう
折れた羽根でも 風は運ぶ
答えの形は まだ知らなくていい
ただ守りたいものを
胸に灯せ
神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ
涙の跡さえ 道に変えて
怖いままでも 進めるのなら
夜明けは必ず 返事をする
…返事をする
胸の奥で 鐘が鳴った
逃げる自分も 抱きしめた
境界線の向こう側で
わたしは わたしを赦す
神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ
この手の誓いを 風に刻む
たとえ暗闇が 牙をむいても
祈りは剣にも 盾にもなる
神域の風紋 ひとつ ひとつ
未来の扉を 叩き起こせ
Translation
The shadow of the torii melts into the evening calm
Wind ripples run and tremble through the sand
A shard of the wish I kept hidden in my chest
A single bell note prays before I can
What I stepped into is no ordinary wood
A path that leads deep into the breath
Even a pain that carries no name
Here, it comes undone
Wind ripples of the sacred realm, one by one
Redrawing every doubt I hold inside
I call once more for the voice about to fade
Prayer will not flee into the distance
Wet cobblestones, threads of the moon's shadow
Only my footsteps count my sins
Leaving behind the mask of strength
With my bare face, I stand to face it all
Even on broken wings, the wind will carry me
I don't need to know the shape of the answer yet
Just light the thing I want to protect
Deep in my chest
Wind ripples of the sacred realm, one by one
Turning even the trails of tears into a road
If I can move forward while still afraid
The dawn will surely send its reply
...send its reply
Deep in my chest, a bell rang out
I embraced even the self that wanted to run
On the far side of the boundary line
I forgive myself, at last
Wind ripples of the sacred realm, one by one
I carve the vow in these hands into the wind
Even if the darkness bares its fangs at me
Prayer becomes both a sword and a shield
Wind ripples of the sacred realm, one by one
Pound on the door of the future until it wakes