My life, crumbled to pieces,
began to flow away.
the ash that remains dances in the sky.
The insignificant one sang.
Its faint tracks
will never fade.
They will be inherited by the sky…
朽(く)ち果(は)てた命(いのち)を
流(なが)し始(はじ)めて
残(のこ)された灰(はい)が空(そら)を舞(ま)う
一(いち)塵(じん)が謳(うた)った
僅(わず)かな軌(き)跡(せき)は
消(き)えはしない
この空(そら)に受(う)け継(つ)がれる
This week's challenge is from the lyrics of Trail of Dust (YouTube):
Translation by Releska via their website
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