【Touhou Lyrics】 Locked Girl ~ The Girl's Secret Room
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Patchouli's theme. ...Did you know that the melody of the chorus spells out the Morse Code for "L-O-V-E"? So, this is a love song...
Well, maybe it's about her personal love affair with books. If you think about it, seeking knowledge is very similar to falling in love... Whether it's magic, science, or love-- it's a logical pursuit to find the right key for every lock.
As someone who relates very much to Patchy's personality, who finds a sense of romance in obscurity, who enjoys exploring ideas within contained space, and whose form of self-expression is to combine existing elements in creative ways, this song holds a lot of meaning for me, and is one of my favorites. ^^
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Touhou Project 06, Embodiment of Scarlet Devil
Patchouli Knowledge: "Locked Girl ~ The Girl's Secret Room"
Original music by ZUN.
English lyrics and fandub vocals by me.
Art from the official art book, The Grimoire of Marisa.
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Beginning anywhere, and never ending then,
There is a cycle that turns the tide and recycles again.
So, with a grasp of the elements, I can construct a whole
Within the delicate borders of a mind, fit to my role.
Still. Rising, falling; waiting, stalling.
Through the silence, hear me calling…
(・－・・ －－－ ・・・－ ・)
the lock is broken with a single token
the key is a word but not a word spoken
something secret, urging me to read it
written in a language with no one to speak it
it’s coded in the air, decoded just as soon
clear as the sun, elusive as the moon
strong as fire, and pure as water’s surface
born as metal forged, yet ancient as the earth is
A dusty tome upon a polished shelf:
Spotless surroundings, and not a thought of ever moving myself.
So, with a gasp as the heavy breath is caught in my chest,
Until from deeply within the key may be carefully pressed…
Beginning anywhere, and never ending then,
There is a cycle that turns the tide and recycles again.
Words… born of wood and passed from paper, disappear,
And, like the beating heart beats, repeat, to meet just the right ear…