가사
Morning light on Kyoto’s grace,
Aoi Matsuri, in a warm embrace.
Processions grand, with hollyhock’s bloom,
In ancient streets, traditions loom.
Under torii gates, we start our day,
In every step, history’s play.
Torii pathways, where stories unfold,
In Kyoto’s light, our love takes hold.
Through sacred gates, where time stands still,
In every moment, we find our will.
Kimonos bright, in vibrant hue,
Parades of color, in skies so blue.
Shinto prayers, in whispers low,
In Kyoto’s charm, our spirits grow.
Under torii gates, we walk in awe,
In every step, history’s draw.
Torii pathways, where stories unfold,
In Kyoto’s light, our love takes hold.
Through sacred gates, where time stands still,
In every moment, we find our will.
By Kamo River, we rest our feet,
In the summer’s heat, a cool retreat.
Temple bells and cicada’s song,
In this harmony, we belong.
From Gion’s charm to Heian’s halls,
We wander through the festival’s calls.
As dusk descends, we make our way,
To Fushimi Inari’s twilight sway.
Under torii gates, in lantern’s light,
We walk together into the night.
Torii pathways, where stories unfold,
In Kyoto’s light, our love takes hold.
Through sacred gates, where time stands still,
In every moment, we find our will.
Inari’s gates, a thousand strong,
We walk the path where spirits throng.
In the festival crowd, we catch a sight,
A kitsune’s gaze, in the soft moonlight.
Under torii gates, magic’s near,
In the fox’s eyes, love sincere.
Torii pathways, where stories unfold,
In Kyoto’s light, our love takes hold.
Through sacred gates, where time stands still,
In every moment, we find our will.
As the night deepens, stars above,
In Fushimi Inari, we find our love.
Torii pathways, forever bright,
In Kyoto’s embrace, love’s pure light.
