Yuunagi Loop
| miwatasu kagiri
360do no harukana chihei chikadzuita no ka too no ita no ka mada wakaranai owarinai yuruginai tsuranuku you na hirogari ni nasu sube mo naku hibikiau mono no arika ga soredemo shiritakute dore dake doko made watashi no mama de yukeru no darou kore kara koko kara nokosareteru jikan wa, mugen kokyuu no oto ga yake ni mimi ni tsuku yo shizukana chihei hayaku oide to te o futta kimi no kasukana shiruetto hotetta kubisuji ni karamitsuku iratachi ni uzukumaru toki nazeka mita koto mo nai you na keshiki o omoidasu oshiete terashite ano toudai ni tsudzuku michi o yonderu kikoeru watashi o matsu kotae wa, mugen boyakete mienai kage no you na kimi no koto oikake nagara dakedo shitteru sono koe wa dareka ni yoku niteru dore dake dokomade watashi no mama de yukeru no darou oshiete terashite ano toudai ni tsudzuku michi o yonderu kikoeru mienakunatta kimi no koe ga kore kara koko kara watashi-tachi ni aru no wa tada, mugen |
Looking out as much as I can over 360 degrees of the faraway skyline Have I gotten close? Far? I don’t know yet There’s no way to form an expanse that seems to persist unending, unwavering And yet, I want to know where to find things that reverberate off each other How long, how far will I go on this way? After this, after here The time that’s left over is infinite The sound of breathing reaches my ears incredibly on the quiet skyline A faint silhouette of you who waved, telling me to hurry and go When you cower behind your coiled-up irritation, your flushed neck Why do I remember scenery it seems I haven’t even seen? Tell me; light up the road that leads to that lighthouse The answers I hold that can be heard calling out are infinite While chasing after you, you’re like a shadow out of view Still, I know that voice sounds just like someone else’s How long, how far will I go on this way? Tell me; light up the road that leads to that lighthouse You who went out of view; your voice can be heard calling out After this, after here Inside us is simply, infinity |
Maaya's liner notes: Far away, at the distant horizon, a faintly beckoning silhouette.
I remember those thin arms, and the slightly stooped back.
Is that... me? (Translated by roxfan; edited slightly by me)
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