やさしくひかるかえでのき || A Softly Shining Maple Tree

歌詞

壊れた苗　庇うように　赤錆いろの繭がひかるでしょう
まるでモノクロのように　今ある風景は色褪せていくでしょう

やがて（崩れたこの場所は）
きみと（鮮やかな葉の）
ぼくは（光を纏い）
ひとつになる

昔々の童話みたいにセピア色つけて話してみましょうか

はるか（崩れたこの場所は）
むかし（鮮やかな街の）
ひとは（面影を残し）
むざんにもこわれました

灰汁色の記憶は痛みを呼ぶ
届かないよもう滅びてく仲間
ガレキ交じりの森は
失っていく抗うことも無く
色褪せた赤錆色の繭はそう
生命という種を卸すため

枯れた苗　慈しむように　赤錆色の繭はやってきました
ガレキの世界崩れるほどの四季を巡って辿りついたのでしょう

そして（崩れたこの場所は）
きみと（鮮やかな葉の）
ぼくは（光を纏い）
あわくやさしくひかるでしょう

紅葉色の繭寄り添うように
崩れた森を癒やしてくでしょう
壊た苗は鼓動を強め
やさしくひかるやさしくひかる

色褪せた灰汁色の世界はかわっていくよ
やさしくひかってく

Romanisation

kowareta nae kabau you ni akasabi-iro no mayu ga hikaru deshou
maru de monokuro no you ni ima aru fuukei wa iro asete iku deshou

yagate (kuzureta kono basho wa)
kimi to (azayaka na ha no)
boku wa (hikari o matoi)
hitotsu ni naru

mukashi mukashi no douwa mitai ni sepia-iro tsukete hanashite mimashouka

haruka (kuzureta kono basho wa)
mukashi (azayaka na machi no)
hito wa (omokage o nokoshi)
muzan ni mo kowaremashita

akuiro no kioku wa itami o yobu
todokanai yo mou horobiteku nakama
gareki majiri no mori wa
ushinatte iku aragau koto mo naku
iro aseta akasabi-iro no mayu wa sou
inochi to iu tane o orosu tame

kareta nae itsukushimu you ni akasabi-iro no mayu wa yatte kimashita
gareki no sekai kuzureru hodo no shiki o megutte tadori tsuita no deshou

soshite (kuzureta kono basho wa)
kimi to (azayaka na ha no)
boku wa (hikari o matoi)
awaku yasashiku hikaru deshou

kouyou-iro no mayu yori sou you ni
kuzureta mori o iyashiteku deshou
kowareta nae wa kodou o tsuyome
yasashiku hikaru yasashiku hikaru

iro aseta akuiro no sekai wa kawatte iku yo
yasashiku hikatteku

Translation

Perhaps the rust-coloured cocoon shines so it can protect the broken seedling.
It’s like everything’s black and white. Perhaps that certain landscape will grow dull.

At last (This destroyed land)
you (is clad in the light)
and I (of vivid leaves)
will become one.

Shall we speak, our stories sepia-coloured like old fairy-tales?

In the distant (This destroyed land)
past, (leaves behind traces)
People (of bright streets.)
were cruelly broken apart.

I call my scum-coloured memories pain.
My words won’t reach—my companions have already perished.
Within a debris-filled forest,
I part with them. I cannot resist.
Yes… this faded, rust-coloured cocoon
only exists to sell seeds called ‘life.’

The rust-coloured cocoon arrived to give the withered seedlings love.
Perhaps it arrived after enough seasons had passed for this world of debris to crumble away…

Thus, (This destroyed land)
you (leaves behind traces)
and I (of bright streets.)
will shine faintly, softly…

Perhaps the autumn-coloured cocoon heals the forest
so it can draw closer to it.
The broken seed’s heartbeat strengthens.
It shines softly. It shines softly.

This faded, scum-coloured world is changing.
It will shine softly.