IOSYS - 恋に焦がれた八百万

恋に焦がれた八百万
The Myriad That Yearned For Love

From Album, 東方真華神祭 (touhou makashinsai/Splendid Eastern Divine Festival)

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Music

Tags:

• IOSYS
• 恋に焦がれた八百万
• 東方真華神祭
• 秋
• 穣子
• Minoriko
• Aki

[Miku0Hatsune]

i found the romaji lyrics !

a? suki ni nari mashi ta aki no hajime ni

yakiimo no kaori ni kogare ta koi deshi ta

a? hore te hore rare zu aki mo hayaku te

yakiimo o ume te mo mebae nu koi deshi ta

tsunoru omoi kome te tsukuru itoshi sa no naedoko ha

watashi ni ha niawa nai kara kazara nai mama de ii

tema to hima o kake te sodatsu yorokobi no kariire ni

[Miku0Hatsune]

mawari ni mo egao furimaki hachi hyaku man pou bijin

hirai tari toji rare tari o furikaeri mo shi nai

a? onaka aki mashi ta mazu te hajime ni

yoku hie ta awadatsu o sake o nomi mashi ta

a? mou wasure mashi ta koi no omoide

yakiimo no kaori no namida o nomi mashi ta

i really love the song ^^

[Weaple4]

IOSYS always has been this "love hate" thing for me. They either

make the worst of the worst or the best of the best. But I think we

all know how we feel about this one.

[kouenranbu]

芋が無性に食べたくなったwww

[moguran610]

英語ばっか読めんｗ

[localnineball]

Lol. Winter's right around the corner. >w>

[rivercityhobo]

When I'm rich i want all things beautiful in the world. Thank god for internet. For it allows everyone, indiscriminately(all you need is a computer), the opportunity to come across a jewel like this. ^_^

[Khazard1000]

sneaky Letty :o

[JumpooMouse]

Ah, I become hungry.

First of all, I took liquor well cold and bubbled.

Ah, I've forgotten all memories of my love.

I drunk tears smelling baked sweet potato.

[JumpooMouse]

feel lively breath of Spring growing, the might of water and soil grows it.

Summer sun shine dazzling toward blue and white make merry in wide sky.

Harvest in Autumn, now it colored in gold, how rich of blessing.

So fast growing, double-cropping like arrow.

I heal someone and be healed, which have been repeating ever.

Making smile around, being goody-goody.

Opening and closed, I don't turn it.

[JumpooMouse]

Because tender bed made of growing my mind doesn't become me,

I should leave it without ornament.

I sometimes yearn for pleasure of harvesting after putting time and effort,

but dreaming went only round.