Chihayafuru

May It Be That I Find

The Hazed Early Dawn Light Comes Not from the Moon

But from the Crystal White Snow of Yoshino

Nobody Wishes to See

Mount Amanokagu

Tatsuta River Ablaze

The storm blasts

As Friends and Strangers

I Recall How My Own Efforts Were In Vain

Scarlet kadsuras

Leaving a hovering mist above the trees and grass

So the flower petals are scattered like the snow by the passing storm

Yet It Is I Who Withers and Wilts

As helpless autumn leaves are caught against the flow

Takes me away in haste

As My Sleeves Are Wet With Dew

The storm will soon carry me

Bring a Life of Everlasting Love

May the Scarlet Kadsuras

To restore my faith

Just as My Beauty Has Faded

Like a Boatsman Adrift

When winds send waves crashing

Arata's playing becomes reminiscent of Eternal Master Wataya Hajime's, allowing him to take control of the match's pace. Harada recalls the one match he played against Hajime when he was young and becomes painfully aware of how much his game sense has faded since then. But he sticks with the offensive play style that he teaches in the Shiranami Society, turning the match around in a way that ...