Spice & Wolf Chinese-English Version:Prologue
Note[edit]
I'll be trying my best to follow the layout of the Haruhi novels. This is also somewhat my first time translating, but I have been requested by the main project(that's the Jap-Eng one) administrator, Onizuka-GTO, not to include the Chinese text and not to follow the default style guideline.
Therefore, if there might be anyone who wants to edit the translation or use the Chinese text for other purposes which the project administrators deem alright, then by all means, contact us on the forums. Thanks alot.--Barbsicle 08:42, 22 March 2008 (PDT)
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The amount of complete translation is 2/2 pages (100.00%)
Prologue[edit]
In this village, when the plump wheat would sway with the wind, the people would say that the wolf is running. Because its appearance when swaying in the wind, looked like the wolf was running through it. When the wind is too strong and the stalks of wheat fall over, the people would say that the wolf had trampled on them, and when the harvest was not good they would say that the wolf had eaten it.
Although this analogy seemed appropriate, but it also had within it a negative significance, like a single flaw in a gem. However, now these figures of speech were just said in a jesting manner, and almost no one spoke those words in an affectionate and fearful manner like in the past. The autumn sky, being looked up to by the swaying ears of wheat, has not changed in hundreds of years, but instead, it is the world below who has changed completely.
No matter how great the longevity of the villagers who diligently tend the wheat year after year, they would only live up to seventy years at most. If humans didn't change over the centuries, it would be instead even worse off. Simply put, it makes one feel that maybe there is no need to keep one's promise any more.
The villagers here don't need me any more.
The towering mountains to the east cause the clouds in the village sky to usually drift to the north. I can't help but sigh upon thinking about my northern home where they drift to. As I return my gaze from the sky to the wheat, it falls upon my proud tail swaying before me. With nothing else to do, I start grooming it.
The autumn sky, so high and clear.
Harvest time has come again this year.
Many wolves are running through the wheat fields.
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