DOGSTYLE

歌詞

犬のように這うことを
いつからか疑問に思わず
ただ這いずり進む
振り向けども続く道に地平線は無く

伸ばした指先に絡んだ赤い糸に縛られ

手繰る指に過去の形と
脆く崩れるような美しい影と映した眼差し

続く

空を請う泡沫は踊り昇りて天に帰せんと
不叶は伸ばした指
赤く揺蕩う狂おしきは絡む糸

幕引きならばせめて還らんと
閉じた声に溢れる清冽は

芯を満たし泡沫を産む

深く

沈むこの身を何と喩うべきか

吾ノ吐　切ノ音　裡ノ吐　流ス彼方
水ノ音　渦ノ吐　離ノ音　吾ノ吐
泡沫ノ声　伸バシタ先ノ
踊リ　嘆ク　朽チタ水面ニテ

幾何学を擬う赤き螺旋の行く末は
絡まる過去の行き先を辿り沈んだ

流れ出血の赤き細流を儚きと知り諦観す

最後に見た水平線が　まだ
吾が網膜に鮮やかに

映りし影に静なる水面
揺蕩いしは霞む退紅
踊りし影も今は泡沫
残されしは絶なる空虚

いずれ浮かぶその影を
犬と喩おうか

Romanisation

inu no you ni hau koto o
itsu kara ka gimon ni omowazu
tada haizuri susumu
furimukedo mo tsudzuku michi ni chiheisen wa naku

nobashita yubisaki ni karanda akai ito ni shibarare

taguru yubi ni kako no katachi to
moroku kuzureru you na utsukushii kage to utsushita manazashi

tsudzuku

sora o kou houmatsu wa odori noborite sora ni kisen to
kanawazu wa nobashita yubi
akaku tayutau kuruoshiki wa karamu ito

makuhiki naraba semete kaeran to
tojita koe ni afureru seiretsu wa

shin o mitashi houmatsu o umu

fukaku

shizumu kono mi o nan to tatou beki ka

wa no to setsu no ne uchi no to nagasu kanata
mizu no ne uzu no to ri no to wa no to
utakata no koe nobashita saki no
odori nageku kuchita minamo ni te

kikagaku o nazorau akaki rasen no yukusue wa
karamaru kako no ikisaki o tadori shizunda

nagare izuru chi no akaki sairyuu o hakanaki to shiri teikan su

saigo ni mita suiheisen ga mada
waga moumaku ni azayaka ni

utsurishi kage ni shizu naru minamo
tayutaishi wa kasumu taikou
odorishi kage mo ima wa utakata
nokosareshi wa zetsu naru kuukyo

izure ukabu sono kage o
inu to tatoou ka

Translation

All this time I never doubted
why I crawl along the ground like a dog.
I just advanced, creeping along.
Though I turn around, there’s no horizon on the road I continue down.

I’m ensnared by the red threads wrapped around my outstretched fingertips.

That gaze cast shadows,
shadows of past forms in the fingers reeling me in, and a beautiful shadow that seemed fragile.

Continuing on…

The bubbles begging for the sky will not return dancing back up to the heavens.
Their fingers were stretched out in vain.
Madness, red and drifting along, is an entangling thread.

“If this is the end, then return at the very least.”
The cool and clear water flowing from your closed voice

filled my core and birthed bubbles.

Deeper…

Sinking deeper down, what should I compare my body to?

My breath; a momentary sound; an inner breath; flowing beyond.
The sound of water; eddying breaths; sounds of separation; my breath.
A transient voice comes from where I reach to.
Dancing, grieving, upon the decayed water’s surface.

The fate of the geometric red helix
is to follow the course of its entangled past and sink.

I knew the stream flowing forth, red as blood, was transient and resigned myself to it.

The last thing I saw was the water’s horizon.
It’s still there, so vivid on my retinas.

Still waters rest atop the cast shadow
and a misty light-red flickers.
The dancing shadows, too, are like bubbles on the surface.
All that remains is terminal emptiness.

That shadow eventually rises to the surface.
Shall I compare it to a dog?