
坂道
sakamichi
Hill Path
Vocals: mineko
Lyrics: aoma
Arranged by: 平茸 (Hiratake)
Album: URBANIZEDSTEREO [Official site]
Circle: Aftergrow
Event: C83
Original theme: Izanagi Object [イザナギオブジェクト]
Requested by: sul
Did I ever mention how much I love this album? It’s hard to believe that it’s 2016, and it came out 4 years ago.
Also, the lyrics hit me right in the heart. Poor Merry…
歌詞
痛いほど冷えた指先を絡め
歩く冬の路を
風に揺らされた貴女の黒髪
靡いて頬を叩いている
モノクロ映画のような世界で
(私ひとりきり 佇んで)
薄氷の上に立つ私 風が舞う
崩れ落ちた未来
欠片拾い集め続けて
貴女と下る長い坂
転がり落ちるように
貴女のその瞼を下ろした
お願い、振り向かないでね、と
「私を見ないで」なんて
「私だけを見て」なんて
矛盾した気持ち 抱えて彷徨う
知られてしまえば貴女は
私を赦せなくなるでしょう
教えてあげたい
貴女が触れている掌を
信じては駄目、と
はらはら舞い落ちる 冷たい
(空の欠片たち 剥れてく)
私の手に降り積もってゆく 羽根のように
目を閉じ線を引いて見せた
それを越えるなら、と
戸惑う貴女に示す指先は震えていた
こんなに醜い気持ちなのに
どうして振り向いてしまうの
「愛して」なんて言えない
「赦して」なんて言わない
それでもいいからそばに居させて
私が殺した淡い夢を
貴女はあとどれだけ生むの?
泡のように生まれては
泡のように消えてゆく
零れた涙は、静かに流れて……
Romanisation
itai hodo hieta yubisaki wo karame
aruku fuyu no michi wo
kaze ni yurasareta anata no kurokami
nabiite hoo wo tataite iru
monokuro eiga no you na sekai de
(watashi hitori kiri tatazunde)
hakuhyou no ue ni tatsu watashi kaze ga mau
kuzure ochita mirai
kakera hiroi atsume tsudzukete
anata to kudaru nagai saka
korogari ochiru you ni
anata no sono mabuta wo oroshita
onegai, furimukanai de ne, to
“watashi wo minaide” nante
“watashi dake wo mite” nante
mujun shita kimochi kakaete samayou
shirarete shimaeba anata wa
watashi wo yurusenaku naru deshou
oshiete agetai
anata ga furete iru sore wo
shinjite wa dame, to
hara hara mai ochiru tsumetai
(sora no kakera-tachi mukureteku)
watashi no te ni furitsumotte yuku hane no you ni
me wo toji sen wo hiite miseta
sore wo koeru nara, to
tomadou anata ni shimesu yubisaki wa furuete ita
konna ni minikui kimochi nanoni
doushite furimuite shimau no
“aishite” nante ienai
“yurushite” nante iwanai
sore demo ii kara soba ni isasete
watashi ga koroshita awai yume wo
anata wa ato dore dake umu no?
awa no you ni umarete wa
awa no you ni kiete yuku
koboreta namida wa, shizuka ni nagarete…
Translation
We entwine our fingers, so cold they hurt
And we walk upon the winter road.
The wind makes your black hair waver.
It flutters and hits your cheek.
In a world like a black-and-white film,
(I am all alone. I stand still.)
I stand upon thin ice. The wind dances.
Continuing to gather pieces
Of the future, which crumbled away.
I walk down the long hill with you
As if tumbling down.
You lowered your eyelids.
“I’m begging you, don’t look back!”
“Don’t look at me.” Hah…
“Look only at me.” Hah…
I wander, embracing my contradictory feelings.
If you found out…
I suppose you wouldn’t be able to tolerate me anymore.
I want to tell you
That you mustn’t believe in my palms
Which you touch…
They flutter down. They are cold…
(The sky fragments come off.)
They pile upon my hands like feathers.
I closed my eyes and drew a line,
Saying “If you cross over it…”
My fingers shook whilst pointing it out. You were at a loss.
Though these feelings are so ugly,
Why did I end up looking back?
I can’t say “I love you.”
I won’t say “forgive me.”
I don’t care, so let me be by your side.
I killed those faint dreams.
How many more will you produce?
They are born like bubbles,
And they fade away like bubbles.
My overflowing tears flow silently…
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