Conlang Song Lyrics - 'Moonlight Densetsu' by ramones1986, literature
Literature
Conlang Song Lyrics - 'Moonlight Densetsu'
See also: Original Lyrics/Video Seladang nan Bulan Composer: Kawashima Daria (川島だりあ) Lyrics: Oda Kanako (小田佳奈子) Translation: Vehnee Saturno Performed by: Angélica dela Cruz Ikaw ang lagi kong kinikilim Kakuyug ka sa 'keng maing Ibig ko'y lagi kang nakikita Barang na nga'y seneng kita Seladang nan bulan sa kahawanan Kinakatu ka sa 'keng nakeman Panu'n ba kita kakagihen Ikaw sa aken ang tanan Moga, tiap sag'lit laging kasamping ka Pag-kasi ko moga'y haphapen... Daput kakuyug kita sa maing Hinaphap ay wadang kapada Lipayang katu nini sa 'keng pusu Moga ay di na magwakas Moga ay di na magwakas
The dawn chorus of the birds wafted through the open window with the fresh morning air; Lucy loved being awakened by that sound. She sat up in bed and leaned out of the window; the rising sun warmed the left side of her face a little.
Slowly she got out of bed, slipped into her flip-flops, tiptoed over to the grandfather clock, opened the glass covering and felt the hands:a quarter past five. The sun rose early at this time of year in this part of the country! Seized by a sudden desire to go for an early morning stroll around the college garden, she walked slowly out of her bedroom, felt carefully for the top of the stairs with her foot and
As a child, Lucy's world was large. She had always been on the go: playing outside, running around, riding bicycles, climbing trees, swimming, going out to visit friends.
Now, at sixteen, four years after her illness which turned the lights off, her world was pitch dark day and night, summer and winter. No light, colours or landscapes. And is seemed much smaller than before. There was her little room in her new home. The home for blind girls, run by Quakers. She shared a room with a younger girl. It had two beds, bedsidetables with a radio on top, the window which let in the various sounds and smells from outside, and the wind. The rocking
The high-pitched snap-snap of Lucy's leather sandals played a duet in time with the softer flip-flop of Sana's flip-flops. Sana had quicker footsteps than her:
- snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap..
- flip, flop, flip, flop, flip, flop, flip, flop, flip, flop, flip, flop..
Their little bead necklaces rattled lightly as they walked, creating a tiny percussion to the shoes' music. Lucy's hand was on Sana's shoulder; the young girl was guiding her to the lake. The girl's soft, ornate plaits with their enormous ribbons bounced softly against her hand, in time to their footsteps.
- Don't you ever wish you could see again? asked Sana.
How often h
- What is the name of that waterfall? asked Lucy. - I didn't realise there was one near here.
- Waterfall? Where?
- There, to the left.
She pointed with her hand towards the constant loud, low, rushing sound of water, accidentally knocking off Julia's cap.
- Oh, I'm so sorry. - She dropped to her knees, felt for the cap and gave it back. - I must go closer, I love waterfalls. It reminds me of a huge one to that I visited recently. I forget the name, but it translates as 'The Smoke that Thunders'.
She started off in the direction of the sound. - This one's much smaller, isn't it, she added. - But just as lovely.
- Lucy, that's not..
But Lu
Lucy alighted from the bus, which promptly started up again, it's engine sounding like a man clearing his throat loudly. She tapped along the pavement, the midday sun's heat right above her; this town was on the edge of the tropics. However, it was also over two thousand metres high, so the day was pleasantly warm rather than hot. She could really feel shadows by their temperature, as it became quite chilly when she entered the shade of buildings and trees. The road started to climb steeply and Lucy gasped for breath in the thin air. So she slowed down; she had the long weekend off and plenty of time, and it was pleasant to listen to all the
Tap, tap tap..
Lucy put the hammer down. Two nails tinkled onto the concrete floor, and as if in answer, a nearby bird chirped and the puppy's first, high-pitched bark emerged from the kennel and ome fruits fell off the tree ferns, emitting dull thuds on the lush grass.
Tap, tap, tap..
- Don't you think you gave up teaching too quickly?
He rapped his fingertips on the table and gave a sigh. It had clearly cast a long shadow over his life.
- 'Gave up' is not the right term at all, replied Bruce in a suddenly firm voice. The wicker chair crackled as he shifted his position. - I'm not a quitter. For a start, I tried not once but three time
She stood and turned around, holding her cane in her outstretched arm, tracing a large circle around her with its tip. No objects, no reference points. Just grass. She had left the path in the village park and walked across the green, trying to find the edge of the village; now she had lost her way completely. She listened, sniffed - a faint smell of traffic fumes pervaded throughout, but not from any particular direction. No sounds to tell her the way either - at this early hour, in this small town, there was no traffic about.
She didn't want to be late for the meeting.. What time was it? She flipped open the cover of her watch and touched