uradzukerareta mono ga hoshii
baransu o nozomu wake ja nai
atashi wa mada shinde wa inai
sukima o umeru hana ga hoshii
michite mo mahi suru bakari ja nai
atashi wa mada shinde wa inai
shinde wa inai
kono kuuhaku wa atashi dake no mono
kodoku mo yowane mo subete
atashi ga aisanakute dare ga ai suru?
atashi ga aisanakereba dare ga sore o
ai suru no?
kurayami o aruku honoo ga hoshii
yokei na dake no chikara wa iranai
shidai ni mata tachiagareru
tachiagareru
kono sabishisa wa atashi dake no mono
itami ya kotoba ni taeru tame
atashi ga aisanakute dare ga ai suru?
atashi wa kotae nanka ja nai shi
me no mae ni tsudzuku chi o tada yuku tame
atashi ga aisanakute dare ga ai suru?
atashi ga aisanakereba dare ga sore o
ai suru no?
kizukuchi o terasu hikari ga hoshii
donna kage ni mo obietari wa shinai
atashi wa mada shinde wa inai
shinde wa inai
kono kuuhaku wa atashi dake no mono
kodoku mo yowane mo subete
atashi ga aisanakute dare ga ai suru?
atashi wa namae nanka ja nai shi
kazari ya mokei nanka ja nai
atashi ga aisanakute dare ga ai suru?
atashi ga aisanakereba dare ga sore o
ai suru no?
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I want something that’s been verified
It’s not that I’m wishing for balance
I’m not dead yet
I want flowers to bury in these holes
It’s not that I’m wholly paralyzed even when they’re full
I’m not dead yet
Not dead
This blank space is mine alone
The loneliness, the complaints, all of it
With me not loving them, who will?
If I don’t love them, who will love
all that?
I want a flame to walk through darkness
I don’t need any unnecessary strength
Gradually, I’ll be able to stand up again
I’ll be able to stand up
This loneliness is mine alone
So that I can put up with the pain, the words
With me not loving them, who will?
It’s not that I’m anything like the answer
So that I just keep going along the earth that spreads out before me
With me not loving them, who will?
If I don’t love them, who will love
all that?
I want light to illuminate my wounds
No matter what shadows there are, I won’t be afraid
I’m not dead yet
Not dead
This blank space is mine alone
The loneliness, the complaints, all of it
With me not loving them, who will?
It’s not that I’m anything like a name,
nothing like a decoration, a mannequin
With me not loving them, who will?
If I don’t love them, who will love
all that?
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