5. Snow Falling in the Galaxy
6. Misa in the Starry Night Misa: Now... Vanessa: Somewhere... Kim: My... Shammy: Your... Vanessa: All the loved ones... Misa: Thousands and tens of thousands of wishes go forth.
The stars...the stars are all twinkling. Big stars, little stars, Red stars, blue stars Stars being born Stars fading away. Tonight, they're twinkling. The stars I saw on that night before are all still shining.
Where are you right now? Are you looking at the stars, too? Do you remember when we were playing And named that one, "The Eye of the Bunny"? Huh? It's winking! No...it's just that the wind is a little strong.
Thousands of eyes, all looking at me. I can hear a voice whispering You... To me... "I feel so happy!" Your voice is soaring through the sky.
The wind is a little chill. But I'm in the warmth of your love.
7. Candle Party Shammy: This long, long war...I want it to end soon! Vanessa: But, to survive, people will continue to fight with everything they've got. Kim: Yes, and even if it's hopeless, they will continue to wish and hope. Misa: So let's wish fervently, with all our hearts!
8. White Christmas of Memory If you light the candle of dreams, On the other side of the glittering flame, I always remember you, laughing, Tracing your fingers along The brim of a wineglass. You whispered warm words in my ear, And my hand, carrying the wine bottle, trembled. It was wonderful, that night, The white Christmas of memory, of memory.
A flickering illusion is reflected in the window, The night is searching for you. The time when my heart sweetly pounded Is buried under the savage blizzard outside. Your footsteps thud firmly in the snow. I remember that wineglass And I'll heal with the wet, rouge light in it. You and this night, The white Christmas of memory, of memory. The white Christmas of memory, of memory.
CAST Mika Doi: Misa Hayase Run Sasaki: Vanessa Leard Hiromi Tsuru: Kim Kabirov Shammy Milliom: Miyuki Muroi SINGERS The Wings Singers: Tracks 1, 3 Run Sasaki, Hiromi Tsuru, and Miyuki Muroi: Track 4 Mika Doi: Tracks 6, 8

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Super Dimension Fortress Macross TV Version: Snow Falling in the Galaxy Because this Macross Christmas album is being released, I was going to write something about my memories of the production. But in talking with the people at Victor, at this time I feel that many people have written and said that sort of thing, and because I have no confidence in writing the same sort of thing, this is instead a little Christmas Present for everyone. The people who have viewed the TV show probably think that there is no Christmas episode in Macross. The truth is that, when we started thinking about it, we planned to have a “Christmas Day” chapter. However, in connection with the rotation, it ended up vanishing. As far as Macross goes, there are dozens of these abandoned ideas. This one time, we tried to arrange this little story. So when you listen to this album, please read the story too. Look! It looks like the screen is beginning to float nearer! And the title is… “White Christmas” “Captain! We’ve caught some radio waves from earth!” Vanessa reported, swiveling around. “Put it on,” the Captain ordered. When she flipped the switch, the sound of a soft singing voice, barely audible through the static, flowed into the bridge. “Radio waves coming from some country.” Claudia tilted her head, and strained her ears. “It’s some old song,” said Shammy, wrinkling her nose. “‘White Christmas’ by Bing Crosby,” Captain Global murmured, closing his eyes and listening. “That’s right, isn’t it Christmas Eve?” said Misa, putting her hand to her mouth as though remembering something long forgotten. It was true. Since Misa and Hikaru Ichijo’s team had successfully escaped from that Zentradi Fleet and returned alive (some called it miraculous), so many days had passed indistingui****ly. Because of the effects of the Fold, they had literally jumped past dozens of days, but in addition, she just hadn’t gotten used to the sensation. Misa looked again through the front window of the bridge, and gazed at the singularly bright star. While with the naked eye, she could only see a point of light, through the radar panel’s telescopic screen, the nostalgia-inspiring earth was radiating blue light. Finally, we’ve come home… she thought, her chest filling with warmth. Meanwhile, in the hot, tense atmosphere of the TV station’s studio, Lynn Minmay was absorbed in singing rehearsal. In two hours, the Christmas Variety Special, “Snow Falling in the Galaxy,” would begin; and of course, Minmay was the star. Hikaru, who had been invited to be a guest, silently looked over at her from the corner of the studio. He could see that, bathed in the spotlight, she lived a very different life, and not just because of her air of being able always to talk about anything cheerfully and brightly. “You’re an entertainer now…” he murmured in a very small voice. Three men dressed as Santa Claus were passing by Hikaru, and one’s fake beard fell. He met Hikaru’s eyes, then hastily pushed the other two along, scrambling away as if escaping. Hikaru remembered seeing the man’s face before.
Where have I seen him before…? Probably some TV actor, he thought. It would be a long time before he would remember how he knew them. Indeed, they were the three Micloned spies sent by the Zentradi, Warera, Loli, and Conda. They had seen a large number of sandwich vendors in the city dressed as Santa Claus, had decided that that style was inconspicuous, and so had snuck into the TV station wardrobe room and changed their clothes, but had gotten lost in the studio. After finally being mistaken for actors, they had been made to come to the rehearsal. “Hey, Warera, if we don’t get back to the hiding place, we won’t be able to receive the spy survival kit sent by headquarters!” “Any conspicuous activity here would be bad for us. Since we set up the homing beacon in the hiding spot, the kit should be able to get there with no problems. So don’t worry.” “Hey, you Santas! Stop talking! And kick those legs higher! Kick!” yelled the choreographer. Because of the guidance of the electric waves from the beacon, the survival kit would be able to enter the Macross undetected. But the many crossing streets made it difficult to find and uncover the beacon’s location. Automatically, it would land in the place where the electric waves were strongest: right above the beacon. Specifically, one story above the Spies’ hiding place. More specifically, right in front of the Chinese Restaurant called Nyan Nyan. The main part of the survival kit had flown through the extreme cold of space, freezing to more than two hundred degrees below zero. As it chilled the surrounding air through convection, the entire town was instantly invaded by a steep drop in temperature. People frantically pulled out their heaters and stoves. The Army’s Exploding Devices Team came running, and the kit started to break apart as it approached. The kit’s computer judged the situation to be unfavorable, and moreover, the Return Order Circuit had activated. The kit suddenly flew upward, opened a hole in the ceiling, and, ignoring the astonished soldiers seeing it off, aimed for the First Battalion, returning home. But the kit had unknowingly left a present. When it had broken through the ceiling, it had also wrecked the sprinkler system valve control computer. All the sprinklers, covering the entire town, started to gush water all at once. And then the falling, pouring water, because of the cold air, turned instantly into snow. And all the people, up until that time simply trembling in the cold, when faced with the unexpected snow, spontaneously started yelling and whooping. The snow fell steadily, and accumulated, and by and by, the whole area appeared to be dyed white. And in the town blanketed with snow, Minmay’s Christmas song began to waft through the silence. The end.
TRANSLATION NOTES: My version of Ishiguro’s introduction is more of a rough pass that a full, attentive translation. I mostly included it just to give the story some context, and as assurance that it wasn’t simply some fanfic or other. The first paragraph in particular might contain more than one error… As for the story, I gave it my full attention and my (admittedly meager) skill, and I think it came out okay, although I have some trouble visualizing the survival kit. I only made one conscious addition, that of the choreographer saying, “Kick!” which I simply thought was amusing. If you find an errors, please let me know, and I’ll incorporate them into version 2. Thanks, Gubaba

转自外国某个网站，很是感谢翻译者。