【Olikase】Falling Leaves and Autumn Breeze feat. Vocaloid Oliver & Fukase (Cover: Meiko & Kaito)

Special thanks to Ringo who made a huge effort on drawing the Ollikasie set when she was off work. After the Ascend to The Dragon's Gate, I was always wondering how can I arrange new cover songs for them, after I was playing this song in pjsk, I think I might just have found the answer Ow\\ Funny thing is, I made this video, as well as most of the past PVs by PowerPoint, but this project was way too much animations arrangements for a poor old office software, making it jammed when simulating the time set. Thankfully, my video editor app nailed it quite perfectly. So hope you enjoy the video. This is the last celebration video for Oliver's 13th birthday produced by The Olive Club. Again, we wish you a merry, happy Ollieday! Original a song by hinayukki Covered by Vocaloid Oliver and Fukase Vsqx by 霜雪Snow English Translyrics, Adjustments, PV and Chinese Translation by Robert Lynn Art by Ringo --- Lyrics (English): Drying greet, the autumn wind is soaking, soaking weeds Dying leaves, their yellow coat is draining, draining weak Passing days, one and another, days of days waiting Walking by, counting how long it takes Words in leaves, words are forming golden colors in greens And now, writing with the ink of sunlight while she’s setting When the palms of yours catching a scarlet leaf like this This is what she’ll speak: To the homeland we loved, we left, we went to somewhere else To the places where leaves are falling, falling to the ground Though the time can’t be told, be felt, be dealt with craving sounds Can’t be tamed, can’t be safe when future’s guides are worth your doubts Dying leaves, their yellow coat is draining, draining weak Drying greet, the autumn wind is soaking, soaking weeds Hand in hand, the bond will never slip from finger tips Walking by, how times we’ve counted fly Holding lives of the past and present, I wonder why Such a pair of hands can knit out artworks, small and fine How can I describe an artwork that blooming right… In the world without lives? On lanes where a little one is marching, marching still I can’t be, one can’t be the backbone of her trip, until… “Bring the sword, sword with scarlet blade and sheath are sounding shrill.” …Autumn breeze, take my body and the very leaf with him Gently stroke the air, sand, and new dirt Winds have cured me with power from earth I lived, as if a toddler cries to others That they should have chase winds after their days of birth Scarlet red, dyeing shimmer colors of a rusty gold Swaying roots, woods and trees whose branches’ twigs are founded bald Crossing through, as the withered leaves are falling to the old Without wings, flying within her winds is what they can’t hold May the leaves, be my amulet of future afterwards May the winds be your feathers, fighting undiscovered murk No regrets, wish your onward steps and efforts are firm May this song for the autumn drought rest assured and be heard --- Chinese Translation (in a style of archaic 5-character quatrain Chinese poem): 秋风掠蓬蒿，枯叶褪黄袄。 日月登高台，焚香记昏晓。 叶言脉上刻，朱笔墨砚舍。 若君掌中现，则言如下者。 故土行已远，将往叶落苑。 宿夜纵飘渺，应觉明日怨。 离叶正珠黄，过客携秋霜。 隐契指间定，又是一沧桑。 魂牵思此问，魄形由何神。 花开臻至美，花落世弗人。 叹我轻浮身，不护道行痕。 借有殷红剑，寄语叶上纹。 风抚恒河沙，愈我彼时痂。 似儿频告众，良辰捕风达。 红染锈鎏金，枯树把枝倾。 穿梭落林处，叶皆归尘命。 叶此愿为伴，风此愿顺鸾。 行此圆满日，歌此定平安。