So it's ironic that the landscape I'd worked so hard to escape from, and the community that I'd more or less abandoned and exiled myself from should be the very landscape, the very community I would have to return to to find my missing muse.
皮肉な事ですが 必死に逃げ出した場所の景色と 自ら亡命者となり見捨てた故郷は 自ら亡命者となり見捨てた故郷は 正に私が見失った音楽の女神を 探しに戻らなければならない