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しゃよう (Shayou) / The Setting Sun feat. GUMI | Rework from MOKSHA. The song was originally written for Gero.

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Poor Little Meow Meow Prelims: Zongzheng Shaoyu (Meet You at the Blossom)

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Shayou translation (English)

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“Setting Sun”

The setting sun through the window, how trite Deathly silent is the sunset hour I was daydreaming. Lost in thought. That grew tiresome so I stopped And then it emerged to tease me – my dancing shadow

Let me hear it, you shadowy imposter A confession from the heart I’ve forgotten how to be shy On the other side of the fluttering curtain The sun falls. My shadow struggles to the death

Yearning is crimson, dyed deeper it’s the color of blood The world turns redder, redder, and I ask a question No answer returns, because within the shadows There is only the past. The future does not exist.

It’s too bright, I can’t see The setting sun glowed as if to sweep it all away——.

Outside of the window is the end of days The smog burns my eyes Reflected by the light and torn to pieces, the shadow can never reform

Orange unable to go back is the color of blood at the point of no return I stand with myself in this world turning redder and redder Unable to talk, hindered by shadow The touch of fingertips brings a nameless emotion Without fear, without comfort, because it’s disappearing… Loneliness is all that remains

It’s too bright, I can’t see The setting sun glowed as if to burn it all away——.

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dazai osamu, “the setting sun”

I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.

A sensation of helplessness, as if it were utterly impossible to go on living. Painful waves beat relentlessly on my heart, as after a thunderstorm the white clouds frantically scud across the sky. A terrible emotion — shall I call it an apprehension — wrings my heart only to release it, makes my pulse falter, and chokes my breath. At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me.

I drink out of desperation. Life is too dreary to endure. The misery, loneliness, crampedness — they're heartbreaking. Whenever you can hear the gloomy sighs of woe from the four walls around you, you know that there's not a chance of happiness existing just for you.

Just as a man has the right to live, he ought also to have the right to die.

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