灯る面影、夢で咲いたなら || If Your Face, Lit Up, Blooms in My Dream

歌詞

灯る面影何時か知らず
何処で見たのかと
枯れた木が花の色を忘れた様に

思い出せない知らないはず
それでもまたたく
薄紅が狂い咲いた霞む幻

気になってしまったどこか惹かれていた
妙な既視感辿って
ただの興味では終われない気がして
地の果てまでも喰らい尽くす

一度だけでもこの時だけでも
記憶の亡霊蘇らせる

灯る面影何時か知らず
何処で見たのかと
枯れた木が花の色を忘れた様に

きっとこのまま咲かないはず
それでもまたたく
薄紅が狂い咲いた霞む幻

黒い目に映る明らかな幸せ
そればかり探していた
気が付けなかった当たり障りのない
流れる日に隠れたもの

一度と言わずこの先ずっと
記憶の亡霊忘れられたら

灯る面影あの日確か
此処で咲いていた
微かでも焼きついては何度もよぎる
その幸せもこの悲しみも
一つに振りまく
窮屈な薄紫願いを放つ

幼い頃か夢の中か
縫い合わせる時
そのどこかで気が付いても忘れた事に
灯る面影知らないはず
それでもまたたく
薄紅が狂い咲いた霞む幻

Romanisation

tomoru omokage itsuka shirazu
doko de mita no ka to
kareta ki ga hana no iro wo wasureta you ni

omoidasenai shiranai hazu
sore demo matataku
usubeni ga kurui saita kasumu maboroshi

ki ni natte shimatta dokoka hikarete ita
myou na kishikan tadotte
tada no kyoumi de wa owarenai ki ga shite
chi no hate made mo kuraitsukusu

ichido dake demo kono toki dake demo
kioku no bourei yomigaeraseru

tomoru omokage itsuka shirazu
doko de mita no ka to
kareta ki ga hana no iro wo wasureta you ni

kitto kono mama sakanai hazu
soredemo matataku
usubeni ga kurui saita kasumu maboroshi

kuroi me ni utsuru akiraka na shiawase
sore bakari sagashite ita
ki ga tsukenakatta atarisawari no nai
nagareru hi ni kakureta mono

ichido to iwazu kono saki zutto
kioku no bourei wasureraretara

tomoru omokage ano hi tashika
koko de saiteita
kasuka demo yakitsuite wa nando mo yogiru
sono shiawase mo kono kanashimi mo
hitotsu ni furimaku
kyuukutsu na usumurasaki negai wo hanatsu

osanai koro ka yume no naka ka
nuiawaseru toki
sono dokoke de ki ga tsuitemo wasureta kotoni
tomoru omokage shiranai hazu
sore demo matataku
usubeni ga kurui saita kasumu maboroshi

Translation

I saw your face, lit up, and though I did not know when,
I wondered if I had seen it before.
I am like a withered tree who has forgotten the colour of its flowers.

I cannot remember, I should not know.
Even so, something sparkles—
It is a hazy illusion, of light pink flowers blooming out of season.

I realised that I had been charmed somewhere before.
I follow this strange déjà vu,
Feeling like it is not just plain curiosity.
I shall devour it, to the end of the earth!

Even if it is just this once, for just one time,
I will revive the ghosts of my memories.

I saw your face, lit up, and though I did not know when,
I wondered if I had seen it before.
I am like a withered tree who has forgotten the colour of its flowers.

It is impossible for them to bloom like this.
Even so, they sparkle—
It is a hazy illusion of light pink, blooming out of season.

I searched for happiness, obvious to me whilst I was alive. (1)
That was all I searched for.
It was something I could not see, hidden in each day as it passed by,
Without a single obstacle in the way.

I will continue like this always, not just for a single time,
If I forget the ghosts of my memories.

Your face, lit up, certainly bloomed here
On that day.
My memories are etched into my mind, however faintly, and they keep floating by.
My happiness and my sadness…
I scatter them as one.
A formal shade of light purple releases my wishes.

Was it during my childhood? Or perhaps in a dream…
When those times were sewn together,
I noticed something somewhere inside, and then I forgot it.
I should not recognise your face, lit up.
Even so, it sparkles—
It is a hazy illusion of light pink flowers blooming out of season.