Reminiscing over Burning Already

I can't shake these absolutely gorgeous and heart-wrenching scenes in a masterful display from everything and everyone involved

Nor can I stop singing The Philosopher's Propeller 2 to myself as a result.

The rushing wind chips at the red-colored tower

and dances with the dust in your sky, speaking by design unseen,

and from a distance so far away it breaks your heart

you hear the words　"Answer me!“

Did you behold the cluster of towers simply basking in time,

and framed against the setting sun

the wind turbines indifferently unearthing the sky

that, together with the encouraging philosopher, go unnoticed even today?

Can you hear it –

the sound of this day

as it is born

ringing the sky?

Did you behold the philosopher who unearths knowledge

so old it breaks your heart,

ancient wisdom that sends away this day hidden in times past –

whose encouraging form goes unnoticed, even now?

Can you hear it –

this sound

as it is born

crossing the sky?