Evil and Flowers
| ringo o katate ni motte aru hi osanpo ni dekaketa sore wa migoto ni somatteita sono musume no kizuguchi no you ni nigatsu no samuzora no shita tameiki wa yousha naku tsukiagete kuru kedo ringo o hoo ni otoshiteita kinou made o wasuretaku wa nai furikaereba nanimo nai kare no kage sae nai ringo o nageta ano kawa ni notte uchi e to kaeru tame ni ringo o katate ni motte aru hi umizoi o aruita sore wa hateshinaku fukai ao mukuchi na namida to onaji iro itsuka mita keshiki wa tada hitori de wa ajikinaku utsuru futari no basho ringo o kajiru no no omoide no yokogao ni wa nan no tsumi mo nai ki ga tsuku to daremo inai shashin yori tsumetai ringo o nageta sono umi o koete dokoka e kaeru tame ni ibu no ringo ga ima ochita korogeyuku adamu ni aitai |
One day I went on a walk carrying an apple in one hand It had been dyed beautifully like that girl’s wound Under a cold February sky, although my sighs start to push up mercilessly I don’t want to forget that I had let apples fall onto my cheeks until yesterday If I turn and look over my shoulder, nothing’s there Not even his shadow I threw away the apple in order to ride that river home One day I walked to the coastlands carrying an apple in one hand It was an endlessly deep blue the same color as silent tears The scenery I saw that day is just a place for two, reflected dully alone There’s no sin in my memory of his face in profile biting into that apple I realize it, and no one’s there It’s colder than a photograph I threw away the apple in order to cross that sea to home somewhere Eve’s apple is now fallen and rolling around I miss Adam |
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