Pale violet remains forever on the backs of my eyelids,
Like the remains of waking from a sweet dream,
Staining me.

Etched into violets before they wither away,
Is the springtime talk of lovers.
Around the point we enter the sea,
The water sings a parting song,
As if abandoning hope for something.

The backs of lonely wings,
Shown to us by white birds,
Will eventually fade away to the same place as the night.
A hem of morning mist,
Stains everything.

Blooming as if by mistake,
Was the smell of sweet flowers within in our hands.
Our hearts are stolen away,
By the color of the dawn,
Progressing from dark to light.
A melody from within a dream,
Drips upon the sand of our dried hearts.
The world becomes lovely again,
Accompanied by all memories therein.

Pulling this string,
Something comes falling from the other side of the skylight:
A song for one,
As if made of light,
That resides somewhere you mustn’t ever touch.

On the icy backs of our knees,
Is a frozen, thin melancholy.
An autumn twilight,
At which those unable to wield kindness cried,

Stains everything.

甘い夢から覚めた名残のように
瞼の裏にいつもあるうすいむらさき
私を染める

スミレに刻まれて枯れて行く
春の睦言
もうすぐ海に出るあたりで
何かを諦めた水の
わかれうた

白い鳥が見せた
寂しい翼の裏側
やがては夜と同じ場所へ消えて行く
朝霧の裾
全てを染める

過ちのように咲いていた
甘い花の香り手のひらの中
闇から光へ
暮れて行く夜明けの色に
心奪われる
夢の中の調べ
乾いた心の砂に滴る
世界がまた愛しくなる
連なる思い出を従えて

天窓の向こうに
糸を引いて降って来るもの
あなたの触ってはいけない処にある
ひかりのような
ひとりうた

冷たいひかがみに
凝ってる薄い憂鬱
優しくなれないひとたちが
泣いていた秋の夕暮れ

全てを染める