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Silence has no wings, Kazuo Kuroki (1966)
幸福が遠すぎたら/寺山修司
さよならだけが 人生ならば また来る春は 何だろう はるかなはるかな 地の果てに 咲いている 野の百合 何だろう
さよならだけが 人生ならば めぐり会う日は 何だろう やさしいやさしい 夕焼と ふたりの愛は 何だろう
さよならだけが 人生ならば 建てた我が家 なんだろう さみしいさみしい 平原に ともす灯りは 何だろう
さよならだけが 人生ならば 人生なんか いりません
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If Happiness Is Far Away/Shūji Terayama
If life turns into One farewell after another Will spring ever return again? Far, far away At the end of the world Will the wild lillies blossom again?
If life turns into One farewell after another Will the day of our reunion ever come? On a warm, warm Aferglow Will our love be again?
If life turns into One farewell after another Where will my home be, then? At a lonely, lonely Wasteland Will light ever return?
If life turns into One farewell after another Then I guess I don't need life
Constantin Brancusi - The Sleeping Muse
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Pero cuando nada subsiste ya de un pasado antiguo, cuando han muerto los seres y se han derrumbado las cosas, solos, más frágiles, más vivos, más inmateriales, más persistentes y más fieles que nunca, el olor y el sabor perduran mucho más, y recuerdan, y aguardan, y esperan, sobre las ruinas de todo, y soportan sin doblegarse en su impalpable gotita el edificio enorme del recuerdo.
Marcel Proust - Por el camino de Swann
En la música todos los sentimientos vuelven a su estado puro y el mundo no es sino música hecha realidad.
Arthur Schopenhauer
By : Masahiko OHKUBO (Do not remove credits)