What encroaches at my feet are fragments of memories –
Falsehoods, whisking me away like running sand.
They crumble… and disappear.

Hearing the echoes of feelings that got away from me,
My gently caressing fingers give them form.

Behind that beautiful smile, surely,
Is a white, brittle… truth – that alone being held captive.
Not being allowed to shroud itself in anything,
The far-off voice of a prayer rings out.

For now, still whispering in my heart, are fragments of memories –
In the sound of waves known as time, eventually,
They’ll slip away… their color fading.

Telling me, “If you can’t bring yourself to want to forget…”
You tied these echoes to one another.

One could profess to only care about the beauty,
Of that white, brittle… truth – but even seeking only that,
An open seam that can never be mended,
Will let out its pained cry.

I wanted to know, so I reached out my hand;
In this place, it still remains in its original form.

Behind that beautiful smile, surely,
Is a white, brittle… truth – that alone being held captive.
Not being allowed to shroud itself in anything,
The far-off voice of a prayer rings out.

足下に打ち寄せるのは記憶の欠片
砂の様にさらわれてく、いつわり
くずれて…消えてしまう

過ぎ去ってしまった想いの残響に
優しく触れた指先は形をくれた

その美しい微笑みの奥にはきっと
白い、脆い…真実　それだけを留めるの
なにも纏うことを許されない祈りの
遠い声が響く

今は未だ胸で囁く記憶の欠片
時という波の音に、いつかは
紛れて…褪せてしまう

「忘れたいとは思わないなら…」と
告げた貴方は、残響を繋ぎあわせた

ただ美しいままであれば構わないと
白い、脆い…真実、それだけを求めても
繕うことさえも適わない綻びを
痛む声が響く

知りたいから手を伸ばした
此処にはまだ、ありのまま残っている

その美しい微笑みの奥にはきっと
白い、脆い…真実　それだけを留めるの
なにも纏うことを許されない祈りの
遠い声が響く