Let’s talk about old times, shall we?
Wrapped in a dull cloth
I can’t grasp the correct shape
Staring at stained words
Here at the garbage dump
Today will start again

I’ll keep breathing with just this one heart
I cradle it in both hands, it doesn’t belong to anyone
Until the 70 billionth morning comes
I’ll drown in the seemingly quiet night
In a place I saw the deep blue sky melt into pale pink

With each passing day
Petals of happiness wither, one by one
As if the days were forming a current
I go against the flow
Only those who oppose it
Know how uncertain it really is

I’ll keep breathing with just this one heart
I cradle it in both hands, it doesn’t belong to anyone
Until the 70 billionth morning comes
I’ll drown in the seemingly quiet night
In a place I saw the deep blue sky melt into pale pink

Gentle, pale crimson springs
Slow, damp summer nights
Even crisply dry autumn skies
And silvery winter mornings
Will remain unchanging, a song of your very own life

That scent appeared suddenly
Before threatening to fade from the box I had opened wide

There’s only one ice cream left
But you’ve already gone so far beyond
If you felt your heart stir, more than an urge to look back
Why are you still standing there?
Spin the evidence that you’ve made it this far
Still here now

昔の話をしようか
つやのない布にくるまれた
正しいかたちを掴めない
手垢のついた言葉を
ゴミ捨て場で眺めてる
また今日がはじまってゆく

心ひとつだけで息をするから
両手で包んで、誰のものでもない
70幾億かの朝が来るまで
静かに見える夜にのめり込んでく
淡い桃色に濃い青空が溶けて見えた場所で

日を追うごとに枯れてく
ひとひら　幸せの花弁
日々を呑み込んでゆくような
流れと逆側に
向かう人だけが知ってる
無常とも言えないほどの

心ひとつだけで息をするから
両手で包んで、誰のものでもない
70幾億かの朝が来るまで
静かに見える夜にのめり込んでく
淡い桃色に濃い青空が溶けて見えた

はらり　薄紅の春
じわり　湿る夏の夜も
からりと乾いた秋空も
銀色　冬の朝も
変わらない　君だけの命の詩を

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