The world seems to be sinking into dusk... but I recount, as in the beginning... in my sing-song voice which sustains me... saved by the tale from present troubles... and protected for the future.
世界は たそがれて いくようだが 私は語り続ける 昔と変わらぬ 歌の調子で
"Ping-pong" sounds like a cousin of "sing-song, " like something Eastern, but actually, it's believed that it was invented by high-class Brits during Victorian times, who started hitting wine corks over walls of books after dinner.
世界は たそがれて いくようだが 私は語り続ける 昔と変わらぬ 歌の調子で 