Naru-Chan

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Har nån spelat eller sett "Tales of the Abyss" så har ni säkert hört den i openingen =P

garasudama hitotsu otosareta oikakete mou hitotsu okkochita
hitotsu bun no hidamari ni hitotsu dake nokotteru 

shinzou ga hajimatta toki iya demo hito ha basho wo toru
ubawarenai you ni mamoritsuzuketeru

yogosazu ni tamottekita te demo yogorete mieta
kioku wo utagau mae ni kioku ni utagawareteru

kanarazu bokura ha deau darou 
onaji kodou no oto wo mejirushi ni shite
koko ni iru yo itsu datte yonderu kara 
kutabireta riyuu ga kasanatte yureru toki 
umareta imi wo shiru 

sonzai ga tsuzuku kagiri shikata nai kara basho wo toru 
hitotsu bun no hidamari ni futatsu ha chotto hairenai 

garasudama hitotsu otosareta ochita toki nanika hajikidashita
ubaitotta basho de hikari wo abita

kazoeta ashiato nado kizukeba suuji de shika nai 
shiranakya ikenai koto ha dou yara ichi to zero no aida

hajimete bokura ha deau darou 
onaji himei no hata wo mejirushi ni shite
wasurenai de itsudatte yonderu kara
kasaneta riyuu wo futari de umeru toki 
yakusoku ga kawasareru 

kagami nanda bokura tagai ni 
sorezore no karuma wo utsusu tame no 
yogoreta te to te de sawariatte
katachi ga wakaru 

koko ni iru yo tashika ni sawreru yo 
hitori bun no hidamari ni bokura ha iru 

wasurenai de itsudatte yonderu kara
onaji garasudama no uchigawa no hou kara
sou sa kanarazu bokura ha deau darou 
shizumeta riyuu ni jyuujika wo tateru toki
yakusoku ha hatasareru 
bokura ha hitotsu ni naru

One glass marble fell, immediately followed by another,
in a patch of sunshine made for one, only one remains.

When their heart begins beating, 
people assume a place, even if they don't want to.
And they stay to protect that place, so that no one can take it away.

Even hands that you've kept clean will appear dirty.
Before you have a chance to doubt your memory,
your memory will doubt you.

I'm certain we'll meet one another;
our hearts, which beat the same, will lead us.
'Cause I'm right here, always calling out to you.
When all the worn-out reasons pile up and waver,
I'll know why I was born.

As long as you exist, you have no choice but to assume a place.
two can't really fit into a patch of sunshine made for one. 

One glass marble fell, and when it fell something was expelled
In the place I took over, I basked in the sun.

I counted the footprints I left behind, 
and found that they were nothing more than numbers.
What I really needed to know may have been between 1 and 0. 

We'll meet for the first time,
our same sad cries to lead us.
Don't forget, 'cause I'll never stop calling out to you.
When we bury these piled-up reasons together,
we'll exchange a promise with each other.

We're mirrors -- mirrors for reflecting each of our karma to each other.
By feeling each other with dirtied hands, we'll figure out its shape.

I'm right here. You can feel me. 
We're here together in sunlight enough for one.

Don't forget, 'cause I'll never stop calling out to you, from within a glass marble, identical to yours.
That's right, I'm certain we'll meet each other.
When we raise crosses at the reasons we buried.
it will fulfill our promise,
we will be one.