
三番目物「花ノ天使」
sanbanme-mono “hana no tenshi”
The Third Play: The Angel of Flowers
Vocals: めらみぽっぷ (Meramipop)
Lyrics: RD-Sounds
Arranged by: RD-Sounds
Album: 伝 (Tsutae) [Official site]
Circle: 凋叶棕 (Diao ye zong)
Event: C91
Original theme: Catastrophe in Bhava-agra ~ Wonderful Heaven [有頂天変 ~ Wonderful Heaven]
The third play in a traditional Noh performance focuses on refined music, flowing movements, and femininity. This track fits into that mold quite well – the speaker recounts a past experience, in which they encountered Tenshi, an angel. The way in which they refer to the angel is not consistent. Sometimes they refer to them as ‘you,’ conveying a sense of intimacy, whereas they also speak from a position of distance at other points.
Interestingly, Tenshi’s name (天子), is pronounced the same as the word for Angel (天使 – ‘tenshi’). So, anytime you see the word ‘angel,’ you can imagine that the speaker is also saying Tenshi’s name.
Unofficial translation/非公式の英訳
She makes the scent of flowers waft through the air
Faintly, from somewhere.
A figure peers up at the sky—
It is you, known as an angel.
She raises her hands to the sky, with the trees at her back,
As if seeking to make the cherry blossoms bloom.
She is stubborn, selfish…
She is quite tomboyish for an angel.
We simply cannot dance together. The angel just smiles.
—A heavenly breeze.
It was like an illusion.
The flowers quietly bloomed somewhere in the sky.
—At the edge of the clouds.
Did the angel arrive
Together with the flowers
From somewhere far away?
She sings an unfamiliar melody,
Though it is hard to tell where it is coming from.
A figure gazes up at the sky—
It is you, who I referred to as an angel.
Though I knew everything,
All of it was in vain.
She is stubborn, selfish…
She is quite careless for an angel.
We simply cannot sing together, though I would be satisfied if the angel just smiled.
“How boring. I prefer useful things over flowers.” Her eyes are singing.
—A heavenly breeze.
Is this an illusion?
I saw that figure, yet I question my eyes.
—At the edge of the clouds.
The angel arrived
Together with the flowers
From somewhere far away.
But someday, the angel
Will fly back up into the sky.
And then…
Perhaps she will bloom once more beneath a sky unknown to her.
A sky unknown to all.
—A heavenly breeze.
If this is truly an illusion,
Then it seems I will be unable to bid farewell to the angel as she flies away.
—At the edge of the clouds.
I want to hold that figure,
Seen in a distant sky,
Inside my heart
For just a little longer…
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