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* Kirschblüten * cherry blossoms * fleurs de cerisier * άνθη της κερασιάς * fiori di ciliegio * 櫻花 * 桜 *

words in different languages with google translation :)


pictures: photos by me, nature by God :)

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Last Moon (by Gackt)

full album:
https://youtu.be/61iLPuwh0VY

00:00 Arrow
05:40 Hana mo Chiyu
09:05 Returner
13:22 Ride or Die
16:47 Akatsukizukuyo
22:40 Zan
27:15 Kugustu ga Gotoku
31:19 One more Kiss
35:18 WooHa Baby
39:12 Koi no Friday
43:40 Kimi Dake no Boku de Iru Kara
48:00 P.S. I love you
54:35 Setsugekka


#LastMoon # Gackt

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sad music...

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german and english text

Mein Freund der Baum (by Alexandra)

Ich wollt dich längst schon wieder sehen
mein alter Freund aus Kindertagen
Ich hatte manches dir zu sagen
und wusste du wirst mich verstehen
Als kleines Mädchen kam ich schon
zu dir mit all den Kindersorgen
ich fühlte mich bei dir geborgen
und aller Kummer flog davon
Hab ich in deinem Arm geweint
strichst du mir mit deinen Blättern
mir übers Haar mein alter Freund


Mein Freund der Baum ist tot
Er fiel im frühen Morgenrot
Du fielst heut früh ich kam zu spät
du wirst dich nie im Wind mehr wiegen
du musst gefällt am Wegrand liegen
und mancher, der vorrübergeht
der achtet nicht den Rest von Leben
und reisst an deinen grünen Zweigen
die sterbend sich zur Erde neigen
wer wird mir nun die Ruhe geben
die ich in deinem Schatten fand
mein bester Freund ist mir verloren
der mit der Kindheit mich verband


Mein Freund der Baum ist tot
Er fiel im frühen Morgenrot
Bald wächst ein Haus aus Glas und Steinen
dort wo man ihn hat abgeschlagen
bald werden graue Mauern ragen
dort wo er liegt im Sonnenschein
Vielleicht wird es ein Wunder geben
ich werde heimlich darauf warten
vielleicht blüht vor dem Haus ein Garten
und er erwacht zu neuem Leben
Doch ist er dann noch schwach und klein
und wenn auch viele Jahren gehen
er wird nie mehr der selbe sein

Mein Freund der Baum ist tot
Er fiel im frühen Morgenrot

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my friend the tree (by Alexandra)

I want to see you again
my old friend from childhood
I had many things to tell you
and you know you will understand me
I came as a little girl
to you with all the children's worries
I felt safe with you
and all grief flew away
I cried in your arm
you were stroking with your leaves
over my hair, my old friend


My friend the tree is dead
It fell in the early morning red
You fell this morning I came too late
you will never weigh yourself in the wind anymore
you have to like the roadside
and some passing by
it does not pay attention to the rest of life
and tears at your green branches
the dying ones tend to earth
who will give me the rest now
which I found in your shadow
my best friend is lost to me
that connected me with childhood


My friend the tree is dead
It fell in the early morning red
Soon a house of glass and stones will grow
where you cut him off
soon gray walls will rise
where it lies in the sunshine
Maybe there will be a miracle
I'll secretly wait for it
maybe a garden blooms in front of the house
and it awakens to new life
But then it is still weak and small
and though many years go
it will never be the same again

My friend the tree is dead
It fell in the early morning red


#MeinFreundDerBaum


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❄snowflowers❄

and a poem


flowers in winter (by J. G. Whittier)

How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!

How well the conscious wood retains
The pictures of its flower-sown home,
The lights and shades, the purple stains,
And golden hues of bloom!

It was a happy thought to bring
To the dark season's frost and rime
This painted memory of spring,
This dream of summertime.

Our hearts are lighter for its sake,
Our fancy's age renews its youth,
And dim-remembered fictions take
The guise of present truth.

A wizard of the Merrimac, -
So old ancestral legends say, -
Could call green leaf and blossom back
To frosted stem and spray.

The dry logs of the cottage wall,
Beneath his touch, put out their leaves;
The clay-bound swallow, at his call,
Played round the icy eaves.

The settler saw his oaken flail
Take bud, and bloom before his eyes;
From frozen pools he saw the pale
Sweet summer lilies rise.

To their old homes, by man profaned
Came the sad dryads, exiled long,
And through their leafy tongues complained
Of household use and wrong.

The beechen platter sprouted wild,
The pipkin wore its old-time green,
The cradle o'er the sleeping child
Became a leafy screen.

Haply our gentle friend hath met,
While wandering in her sylvan quest,
Haunting his native woodlands yet,
That Druid of the West;

And while the dew on leaf and flower
Glistened in the moonlight clear and still,
Learned the dusk wizard's spell of power,
And caught his trick of skill.

But welcome, be it new or old,
The gift which makes the day more bright,
And paints, upon the ground of cold
And darkness, warmth and light!

Without is neither gold nor green;
Within, for birds, the birch-logs sing;
Yet, summer-like, we sit between
The autumn and the spring.

The one, with bridal blush of rose,
And sweetest breath of woodland balm,
And one whose matron lips unclose
In smiles of saintly calm.

Fill soft and deep, O winter snow!
The sweet azalea's oaken dells,
And hide the banks where roses blow
And swing the azure bells!

O'erlay the amber violet's leaves,
The purple aster's brookside home,
Guard all the flowers her pencil gives
A live beyond their bloom.

And she, when spring comes round again,
By greening slope and singing flood
Shall wander, seeking, not in vain
Her darlings of the wood.


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Snowflake (by Kate Bush)

I was born in a cloud...
Now I am falling.
I want you to catch me.
Look up and you'll see me.

You know you can hear me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
We're over a forest.
There's millions of snowflakes.

We're dancing.
The world is so loud. Keep falling and I'll find you.
I am ice and dust. I am sky.
I can see horses wading through snowdrifts.

My broken hearts, my fabulous dances.
My fleeting song, fleeting.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
My broken hearts, my fabulous dance.

My fleeting song.
My twist and shout.
I am ice and dust and light. I am sky and here.
I can hear people.

I think you are near me now.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
We're over a forest.
It's midnight at Christmas.

The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
I think I can see you.
There's your long, white neck.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.

Now I am falling.
Look up and you'll see me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
In a moment or two.

I'll be with you.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.
Be ready to catch me.
The world is so loud. Keep falling. I'll find you.


#snowflake #KateBush


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November Rain (by Guns'n'Roses)

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one


#NovemberRain

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(english / german - englisch / deutsch)

"But in order for it to work, you need to think of a memory. Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory. Can you do this? Yes? [...]"

[...]

"There's another. It's not happy, exactly... Well, it is. It's the happiest I've ever felt."

[...]

I was thinking of him. And Mum. Seeing their faces. They were talking to me. That's the memory. I don't even know if it's real."


Harry and Professor Lupin, from "Harry Potter und the prisoner of Azkaban"

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"Du musst, damit es funktioniert, eine Erinnerung im Kopf abrufen. Keine x- beliebige, eine glückliche mus es sein. Eine mächtige.Kannst du das? Ja? [...]"

[...]

"Es gibt noch eine. Sie ist eigentlich nicht besonders glücklich... Doch, ist sie. Ich habe nie mehr Glück gefühlt."

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"Ich habe an ihn gedacht. Und an Mum. Ich sah ihre Gesichter. Sie haben mit mir gesprochen. Das war meine Erinnerung. Ich weiß nicht einmal, ob sie wahr ist. Aber es ist die schönste."


Harry und Professor Lupin, aus "Harry Potter und der Gefangene von Azkaban"


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