あしたもグッドモーニング || Good Morning to Tomorrow

歌詞

流れる時間は流れたままで 過ぎてく季節を集め
奇麗なノートに貼付けてゆく それが思い出になるよ
隙間のない様に埋めたノートに素敵なしおりをはさみ
あの瞬間をいつも見れる様に大切に棚にしまってる

ただただこの身はただ風まかせ 行き着いた偶然または必然
主にお守りの様に思われがち 大きな重荷はないがわりとガチ
仕える相手が相手だし 使えないって分かればすぐ首チョン
ってわけじゃないけど分かんないじゃん ほら心の中までは見えないじゃん

勘違いはダメ「君のため」なんて甘い言葉には甘い罠
妄想する→行動する→暴走する→衝動のパターンはいつも決まって破綻
だって一緒は一生で変わんない関係なんてそんなのあるワケない
今日もグッドモーニング あしたもグッドモーニングって毎日が熟していくワイナリー

流れる時間は流れたままで 過ぎてく季節を集め
奇麗なノートに貼付けてゆく それが思い出になるよ
隙間のない様に埋めたノートに素敵なしおりをはさみ
あの瞬間をいつも見れる様に大切に棚にしまってる

タネもネタも仕掛けもない手品ってもうそれは手品って言わないし
って言わないでもうそれ以上もうって唇 に人差し指でシッ
ってこんな瞬間を時間を止めて浮かんだ笑顔を予感されて
怒られちゃってもいいじゃない 幸せって思えればいいじゃない

たった一度だけ夢で見たんだ 君をディザイア 禁断のガイア
一途願いは途中でリタイア 目覚ましデカいな二度寝出来ないや
投げたナイフで恋占いなんてだいたい外れないからダメ
遠く 記憶 胸臆 辿る 出逢った時よりも今がいい

流れる時間は流れたままで 過ぎてく季節を集め
奇麗なノートに貼付けてゆく それが思い出になるよ
隙間のない様に埋めたノートに素敵なしおりをはさみ
あの瞬間をいつも見れる様に大切に棚にしまってる

Romanisation

nagareru jikan wa nagareta mama de sugiteku kisetsu wo atsume
kirei na nooto ni haritsukete yuku sore ga omoide ni naru yo
sukima no nai you ni umeta nooto ni suteki na shiori wo hasami
ano shunkan wo itsumo mireru you ni taisetsu ni tana ni shimatteru

tadatada kono mi wa tada kaze makase ikitsuita guuzen mata wa hitsuzen
omo ni omori no you ni omoware gachi ookina omoni wa nai ga wari to gachi
tsukaeru aite ga aite da shi tsukaenai tte wakareba sugu kubi chon
tte wake ja nai kedo wakannai jan hora kokoro no naka made wa mienai jan

kanchigai wa dame “kimi no tame” nante amai kotoba ni wa amai wana
mousou suru→koudou suru→bousou suru→shoudou no pataan wa itsumo kimatte hatan
datte issho wa isshou de kawannai kankei nante sonna no aru wakenai
kyou mo guddo mooningu ashita mo guddo mooningu tte mainichi ga jukushite iku wainarii

nagareru jikan wa nagareta mama de sugiteku kisetsu wo atsume
kirei na nooto ni haritsukete yuku sore ga omoide ni naru yo
sukima no nai you ni umeta nooto ni suteki na shiori wo hasami
ano shunkan wo itsumo mireru you ni taisetsu ni tana ni shimatteru

tane mo neta mo shikake mo nai tejina tte mou sore wa tejina tte iwanai shi
tte iwanai de mou sore ijou mou tte kuchibiru ni hitosashiyubi de sh
tte konna shunkan wo jikan wo tomete ukanda egao wo yokan sarete
okorarechatte mo ii ja nai shiawase tte omoereba ii ja nai

tatta ichido dake yume de mita nda kimi wo dizaia kindan no gaia
ichizu negai wa tochuu de ritaia mezamashi dekai na nidone dekinai ya
nageta naifu de koi uranai nante daitai hazurenai kara dame
tooku kioku kyouoku tadoru deatta toki yori mo ima ga ii

nagareru jikan wa nagareta mama de sugiteku kisetsu wo atsume
kirei na nooto ni haritsukete yuku sore ga omoide ni naru yo
sukima no nai you ni umeta nooto ni suteki na shiori wo hasami
ano shunkan wo itsumo mireru you ni taisetsu ni tana ni shimatteru

Translation

I leave the times that have passed by as they are, and gather up the seasons that have passed.
I stick them into a pretty notebook, and they become my memories.
I place a lovely bookmark into my notebook, which I covered so as to leave no gaps.
I carefully put the notebook on my bookshelf, so I can always look back on those times.

I just leave my body to the wind. Where I’ll end up depends on chance or fate.
I’m liable to be thought of as a babysitter. I have no heavy burdens, but I’m relatively serious.
The company I work for is company, after all. The moment they think I’m useless, my head’s on the chopping block.
No, that’s not it! I don’t understand! Look, I can’t see into your heart.

Misunderstandings are no good. “It’s for your sake.” Sweet traps dwell in such sweet words.
Having delusions → Acting → Rampaging → Urges. That pattern always ends in failure.
After all, we’re together for life. That won’t change. Things like relationships aren’t so simple.
Good morning to today, good morning to tomorrow, every day is like wine, ripening.

I leave the times that have passed by as they are, and gather up the seasons that have passed.
I stick them into a pretty notebook, and they become my memories.
I place a lovely bookmark into my notebook, which I covered so as to leave no gaps.
I carefully put the notebook on my bookshelf, so I can always look back on those times.

If magic lacks secrets, content, and tricks, then you just can’t call it magic anymore!
No, stop saying that! I don’t want to listen anymore. I put a finger to your lips to shush you.
I stop time at that moment, feeling a smile coming on.
It’s alright if you get mad, right? It’s alright if you seem happy, right?

I had a dream once, only once. I desired you, my forbidden Gaia.
I retired that desire along the way. My alarm was too loud, so I can’t fall asleep again.
Telling love fortunes using my thrown knives hardly ever fails, so I just can’t do it.
I follow my distant memories and inner feelings. I prefer now to when we first met.

I leave the times that have flown by as they are, and gather up the seasons that have passed.
I stick them into a pretty notebook, and they become my memories.
I place a lovely bookmark into my notebook, which I covered so as to leave no gaps.
I carefully put the notebook on my bookshelf, so I can always look back on those times.