Life...

[~Charline~]

Очень люблю это видео.
Спасибо одному человеку за то, что нашел перевод этих прекрасных слов.


Перевод:
You: From the time I was born, I've felt there was someone watching over me. And so, perhaps one day I will understand this feeling(cooperation?)

GACKT: That's right…because I have been protecting him…
He is still not aware of my existence.

YOU/GACKT: When uncertainty bears down on me, I wander aimlessly in search of something… I feel as though I can hear a voice…coming from somewhere…

GACKT: It exists within me, an existence that is not me.
It exists within him,
and an (external) existence that is no one at all.
From (these) three perspectives, I sense him and watch.

I cannot remove his uncertainty.
No…even now, I still cannot.
I am always following behind him.

What is he feeling now?
What is he thinking now?
The moment I touch him,
I know it as though it was myself I had touched…

From ancient times, people have sought paradise, and many such people continue to seek that place that is so close to the sky.
I wonder if people sense there is a key that will erase the dark clouds no one can touch…
Those who are tied down by distant memories, even now, continue to long for the sky.

At times, people think, "Am I not different from others? Is my existence not special?", and they are troubled…
Isolated…
He avoids others in this atmosphere and sinks into solitude
Like trying to touch the source of one's uncertainty,
in people's confusion, they trample upon it

Saturation of the body…Emptiness of the soul….
That is not the only source of his confusion.
There are others…

Mine is not a singular existence.
And so, even alone, I am not alone.

Although he is human,
why does he love the solitude which he should despise?
I am prevented from touching him
When, before I know it, I can no longer see him

I feel as though his existence is touching mine
Although he is still unaware of me.