百年幻想夢一花 || The Flower of a Centennial, Illusory Dream

歌詞

「僕をその手で殺してくれ」と
私の髪に触れながら言った
怯えた瞳は鏡合わせ
遺し逝く者　遺される者

私が散らす　枯れかけた花
愛おしげな笑顔と　赤い花弁と

指を噛んで　溢れ出した血
鉄錆びた　罪深い味
約束は　違えられると
覚悟していた
「ごめんね」と　呟いた声
青空に　溶けて滲んだ
涙さえ　捧げられない
涙さえ、もう

駿馬のように季節が過ぎて
色濃い影が地に落ちるころ
まんまるい星の破片の下で
たおやかに芽吹いた双つの葉

すぐに私の　背丈を越えて
太陽の色をした　花が開いた

指を噛んで　溢れ出した血
花びらを　線で汚した
愛しくて　憎たらしくて
大嫌い、好き

花は萎れて　頭を垂れて
涙のような種を　そっとこぼした

「僕をその手で殺してくれ」と
私の髪に触れながら言った
駿馬のように季節は過ぎて
あなたより長い時が経った

風が吹く　髪を乱して
指先を　あなたに重ね
機嫌よく　傘を回して
また夏が来た
流せない　私の涙
手のひらに　溢れた種と
さんざめく　この一面の
向日葵畑

Romanisation

“boku wo sono te de koroshite kure” to
watashi no kami ni fure nagara itta
obieta hitomi wa kagami awase
nokoshi yuku mono nokosareru mono

watashi ga chirasu karekaketa hana
itooshige na egao to akai kaben to

yubi wo kande afuredashita chi
tetsu sabita tsumi fukai aji
yakusoku wa tagaerareru to
kakugo shiteita
“gomenne” to tsubuyaita koe
aozora ni tokete nijinda
namida sae sasagerarenai
namida sae, mou

shunme no you ni kisetsu ga sugite
irokoi kage ga chi ni ochiru koro
manmarui hoshi no kage no shita de
taoyaka ni mebuita futatsu no ha

sugu ni watashi no setake wo koete
taiyou no iro wo shita hana ga hiraita

yubi wo kande afuredashita chi
hanabira wo sen de yogoshita
itoshikute nikutarashikute
daikirai, suki

hana wa shiorete koube wo tarete
namida no you na tane wo sotto koboshita

“boku wo sono te de koroshite kure” to
watashi no kami ni fure nagara itta
shunme no you ni kisetsu wa sugite
anata yori nagai toki ga tatta

kaze ga fuku kami wo midashite
yubisaki wo anata ni kasane
kigen yoku kasa wo mawashite
mata natsu ga kita
nagasenai watashi no namida
te no hira ni afureta tane to
sanzameku kono ichimen no
himawari batake

Translation

“Please, kill me with your own hands.”
You said, whilst touching my hair.
I fearfully gazed at you, as if I was looking in a mirror
One who leaves someone behind. One who is left behind.

I scattered withered flowers about –
Flowers with lovely smiles and red petals…

I bit my finger, and the blood that began to flow out
Had a sinful taste, like rusted metal.
I had prepared myself
To fulfill our promise.
“I’m sorry…” I muttered,
And my voice dissolved in the blue sky.
I cannot offer even my tears,
Even my tears, anymore…

The seasons pass like a swift stallion.
When that pronounced shadow fell upon the earth,
A pair of willowy leaves budded
Beneath the shadowy fragments of the round stars.

Immediately afterwards, a sun-coloured flower bloomed.
It grew even taller than me…

I bit my finger, and with the blood flowing from it,
I drew a line and defiled the flower’s petals.
It is lovely, but it is odious.
I hate it, but I like it.

The flowers withered and bowed their heads,
And their seeds, like tears, softly fell.

“Please, kill me with your own hands.”
You said, whilst touching my hair.
The seasons pass like a swift stallion,
And a span of time longer than your life passed.

The wind blows, disturbing my hair.
I lay my fingertips upon you.
In high spirits, I twirl my umbrella:
Summer has come once more.
My tears can flow no more.
Seeds overflowed from my hands,
And everything was rustling about
In this sunflower field.