小さな針のような
chiisana hari no you na
Like a Tiny Needle
Vocals: senya
Lyrics: かませ虎 (Kamasetora)
Arranged by: 奥山ナマリ (Okuyama Namari)
Album: 造花であろうとした者 [Official site]
Circle: 幽閉サテライト (Yuuhei Satellite)
Event: C90
Original theme: Inchlings of the Shining Needle ~ Little Princess [輝く針の小人族 ～ Little Princess]
Requested by: Juce Guildez
The verses feel like they’re told from a third person perspective, but the choruses feel like they’re told from a first person perspective, with some notable exceptions (i.e. その幼さでは) that made me choose to keep the third person perspective throughout.
日本語
ある少女から
不気味な笑みが零れた
まだ穢れなど似合わぬ年というのに
すり抜けた
愛の軽さを信じず 悲しみを游ぎ
少女は考え続けた
この鋭さでは
傷付けられない
小さな針のような怒りではむしろ
何度あがいても
恨みはすぐに未練へと変わる
惨めな哀
その少女には
消えない傷が出来たんだ
まだ善悪の区別の途中だった
居なくなり
最初は試されたのだと
勘違いだろうと 辺りを探して回った
その幼さでは
憎しみなど無い
小さな針のような希望を捨てずに
何度探しても
何度泣いても
何度夢見ても一人の朝
その幼さでは
捨てられたなどと
残酷な発想など出来やしなかった
何年想っても
何年泣いても
何度夢見てもアナタの顔
Romanisation
aru shoujo kara
bukimi na hohoemi ga koboreta
mada kegare nado niawanu toshi to iu noni
suri nuketa
ai no karusa o shinjizu kanashimi o oyogi
shoujo wa kangae tsudzuketa
kono surudosa de wa
kizutsukerarenai
chiisana hari no you na ikari de wa mushiro
nando agaitemo
urami wa sugu ni miren e to kawaru
mijime na ai
sono shoujo ni wa
kienai kizu ga dekita nda
mada zen’aku no kubetsu no tochuu datta
inaku nari
saisho wa tamasareta no da to
kanchiai darou to mawari o sagashite mawatta
sono osanasa de wa
nikushimi nado nai
chiisana hari no you na kibou o sutezu ni
nando sagashitemo
nando naitemo
nando yume mitemo hitori no asa
sono osanasa de wa
suterareta nado to
zankoku na hassou nado deki yashinakatta
nan’nen omottemo
nan’nen naitemo
nando yume mitemo anata no kao
Translation
An eerie smile escaped
from a certain girl
though she was still too young for impurity to suit her.
She escaped
and swam in sadness without believing love’s lightness.
The girl continued to ponder.
She can’t wound them
with this level of sharpness.
Instead, her hatred is like a tiny needle.
No matter how much she struggles
her malice will instantly turn into lingering attachment.
This is a pitiable sorrow.
The girl suffered
an unhealing wound.
She was still working out the difference between right and wrong.
They vanished.
She thought she was just being tested to start with
and searched around, guessing it was a misunderstanding.
In such immaturity
there is no hatred.
She didn’t cast away her hope, which was like a tiny needle.
No matter how much she searched,
no matter how much she cried,
no matter how much she dreamed, she met the dawn alone.
With such immaturity,
she could never have cruel ideas
like she had been abandoned.
No matter how many years she thought,
no matter how many years she cried,
no matter how much she dreamed, she saw your face.
Releska 
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