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It's amazing how I've been making seemingly endless attempts to try to do this for over a year, but yet I ended up finishing it in a single day.

Game: When they Cry Festival (Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Matsuri)
Artist: Ayane
Composition: Shikura Chiyomaru
Arrangement: Isoe Toshimichi
English adaption & Vocals: Kyan
Illustration: ShadowAmongShadows

Deep in the forest of misfortune,
You can hear the cicadas.

It was the perfect day that you could ever live
Feeling all the summer breeze on your skin.
In the second, the clock stopped the moment;
Never to tick again.

One way that cannot return twice.
A lost child's looking for the light.

To those who don't know how to change,
And to those who have fallen from grace.
Then let us come; let us be one.

Then you heard something crying;
Wondering what it could be,
So then very slowly,
You look around to see what was dying.

Goodnight my children. Rest, and don't be unfair.
'Cause the hands that have cared will drag you to despair.

When you look at the darkness,
All you see is a forest.
Then look down this passage,
You will hear a very gentle chorus.

The cotton will be drifting again.
The flames along with your friends are dead.

Deep in the forest of agony,
The cicadas cry and plead.

Please stop thinking about the things you can't erase
Because I never want to hear your pain.
You closed your eyes and imagined the day...
The day they make you pay.

One way that won't ever exist.
A lost child gets caught in the darkness.

Do you think that the girl has a name
With the blood that's dripping from her blade?
Then let us come...it's so much fun...

When you look at the darkness,
All you see is a person.
Thought I was mistaken
That the child was buried in her casket,

And with a unique smile full of her young,
She flies where no one can take her mask of sun.

When you say repeatedly,
"What happened to the real me?,"
With your face reflecting
Off the mirror between reality.

When the festival begins again...
Your friends are gone, and your clothes are red.

Deep in the forest of compromise.
Can you hear cicadas cry?

Then you heard something crying;
Wondering what it could be,
So then very slowly,
You look around to see what was dying.

Goodnight my children. Rest, and don't be unfair.
'Cause the hands that have cared will drag you to despair.

When you say repeatedly,
"What happened to the real me?,"
With your face reflecting
Off the mirror between reality.

When the festival begins again...
All of your sins have been forgiven.

Deep where the cicadas blood has dried.
(Can you hear cicadas die?) Don't cry...