kousei o kakageta getsuyoubi
I Flew My Star on Monday
Vocals: あよ (Ayo)
Composed by: kaztora
Album: キラメキ居残り大戦争 [Official site]
Circle: 森羅万象 (Shinra-Bansho)
Event: M3-2018 Spring
Requested by: seaandhisramen
When talking about this song on Twitter, ticat had this to say:
“Because humans are weak, they cling to something, rely on something, envy something, blame something, and then give up. What was their true voice, which they seal away, crying? Would something change if they took another step? Still, if they fail… This song belongs to you, who know the conflict everyone bears inside.”
I grip my pastels with all my might
and I cry at my broken crayons: “It’s someone’s fault!”
The colour pencils got shorter as they ran across the page.
Each time they pointed to the sky, I threw them away.
Though somebody was injured yesterday,
I didn’t call out in greeting.
So I, too, can say “I’ve grown!”
I conceal my true self, just a little.
And now I’ve become aware of the eyes of reality.
I thought my daily routine was so natural
but I can never get it back.
I flew my all-too-transparent star on Monday.
Tomorrow, and the day after—“Someday…”
My band-aids were supposed to hide my multiplying wounds.
I laughed and deceived others, saying “Nothing happened!”
The eyes of the masses? Of the spectators? Of some show-off?
That’s not it. Someone’s shouts
and those not-too-thick bandages
got used to my body before I knew it and sunk deeply in.
I wound up becoming aware of the tricks used by liars.
Like it was so ordinary, hands reached out: “Put this blindfold on…”
I was wounded too much. Any more, and—
I won’t hide it anymore. I flew my star on Monday. Ah…
The hands of the clock had reached 12. Even now, they’ve forgotten their purpose.
I think they’re broken. They just continued to dream.
That weeping was mine, in the distance.
Now, come alive! It depends on you, as you are now.
I’ll get stronger, as strong as the number of seconds that have passed by.
I hope I won’t be stopped by things like tears anymore.
In the end, I was the one who was scared. Ah…
In the end, I became aware of my real voice.
I don’t feel that it’s natural. Now, since then…
I tried my best and waved my legs in the air. I jump into the puddle. Still—
I had forgotten about my important crayons (feelings) all along
as well as my precious coloured pencils (memories), which I must have thrown away.
I won’t stop anymore.
There’s only a single one. It’s unshakable.
I flew my star on Monday.
Tomorrow, and the day after. Oh…
“Nice to meet you,” I guess.
Or, “So we meet again,” maybe.
I don’t know the answer
but it’s only a second into the future.