花のみぞ知る || Only the Flowers Know

日本語

カオスの時代に生まれ
季節外れの一輪の花
止まない雨に打たれても
折れたりしない
静かに確かに佇む

誰にも開けない　ココロ
掴んだ希望を　渡さない

手と手を　重ねたことが
覚えている
目と目が　見つめ合ったのも
忘れないよ

鋭い刃を　花弁の中に隠しておこう
痛みを耐えて　微笑みながら
心臓を突き刺そう

風が吹き飛ばした　ささやかな
信じ合う喜び
信仰と呼ばれる　情けなさ
その意味を　教えて欲しい

この手で散らした　無力な正義
身に付く　強さ
だけが私たちの　生存道
誰にも分かる筈がない

止まらない　季節の移り行く
過去の花　塵逝く
止まったような時間　刻み付く
その理由　花のみぞ知る

形あるものが　ただ脆くて
鮮烈で　眩しい
たとえ一瞬だけでも　咲き誇る
何時しか焼きつくす命

幻想のまほろばに咲いて
季節外れの高嶺の花
予測不能な風に吹かれて
倒れない
孤独に真っ直ぐに佇む

揺らめく　夏の蜃気楼
もう見えない
揺蕩う　セミの鳴き声
もう聞こえない

劇毒の汁を　萼の中に隠しておこう
抱きしめながら　愛の言葉で
胸を貫く

風が吹き飛ばした　ささやかな
儚い温もり
人は何故弱さを見せる
その理由を　教えて欲しい

この手で剥がした　無実な正義
純粋な　欲望
これこそ私たちの　生き様
誰の理解も　望まない

変わらない　季節の移り行く
染め上げた　彩り
変わったような軌跡　動き出す
その意味　花のみぞ知る

形あるもの　ただ儚くて
穢れない　まぼろし
たとえ刹那と知っても　咲き誇る
灰になれど朽ちぬ魂

止め処なく　花の如く
より美しく　より名残惜しむ

輝いた季節　これからも続く
焼きつくす魂
散り急ぐ命
枯れない花
無縁塚の花よ
四季を映す

変わらない　季節の移り行く
染め上げた　彩り
変わったような軌跡　動き出す
その意味　花のみぞ知る

形あるもの　ただ儚くて
穢れない　まぼろし
たとえ刹那だと知って
咲き誇る
灰になれどれ朽ちれぬ魂

Romanisation

kaosu no jidai ni umare
kisetsu hazure no ichirin no hana
yamanai ame ni utaretemo
oretari shinai
shizuka ni tashika ni tatazumu

dare ni mo akenai kokoro
tsukanda kibou o watasanai

te to te o kasaneta koto ga
oboete iru
me to me ga mitsume atta no mo
wasurenai yo

surudoi yaiba o kaben no naka ni kakushite okou
itami o taete hohoemi nagara
shinzou o tsuki sasou

kaze ga fuki tobashita sasayaka na
shinji au yorokobi
shinkou to yobareru nasakenasa
sono imi o oshiete hoshii

kono te de chirashita muryoku na seigi
mi ni tsuku tsuyosa
dake ga watashitachi no seizon michi
dare ni mo wakaru hazu ga nai

tomaranai kisetsu no utsuri yuku
kako no hana chiri iku
tomatta you na jikan kizami tsuku
sono riyuu hana nomi zo shiru

katachi aru mono ga tada moroku te
senretsu de mabushii
tatoe isshun dake demo saki hokoru
itsu shika yakitsukusu inochi

gensou no mahoroba ni saite
kisetsu hazure no takamine no hana
yosoku funou na kaze ni fukarete
taorenai
kodoku ni massugu ni tatazumu

yurameku natsu no shinkirou
mou mienai
tayutau semi no nakigoe
mou kikoenai

gekidoku no shiru o utena no naka ni kakushite okou
dakishime nagara ai no kotoba de
mune o tsuranuku

kaze ga fuki tobashita sasayaka na
hakanai nukumori
hito wa nani yue yowasa o miseru
sono riyuu o oshiete hoshii

kono te de hagashita mujitsu na seigi
junsui na yokubou
kore koso watashi-tachi no ikizama
dare no rikai mo nozomanai

kawaranai kisetsu no utsuriyuku
some ageta irodori
kawatta you na kiseki ugokidasu
sono imi hana nomi zo shiru

katachi aru mono tada hakanakute
kegarenai maboroshi
tatoe setsuna to shitte mo saki hokoru
hai ni naredo kuchinu tamashii

tomedo naku hana no gotoku
yori utsukushiku yori nagori oshimu

kagayaita kisetsu kore kara mo tsudzuku
yakitsukusu tamashii
chiri isogu inochi
karenai hana
muenzuka no hana yo
shiki o utsusu

kawaranai kisetsu no utsuriyuku
some ageta irodori
kawatta you na kiseki ugokidasu
sono imi hana nomi zo shiru

katachi aru mono tada hakanakute
kegarenai maboroshi
tatoe setsuna da to shitte
saki hokoru
hai ni naredore kuchirenu tamashii

Translation

A flower was born out of season
in a world of chaos.
Though it’s battered by the perpetual rain
it won’t bend.
Silently, firmly, it stands.

Nobody can open my heart.
I won’t surrender my hope.

I remember your hand
on mine.
I won’t forget when our eyes met
either.

I’ll hide a keen blade inside my petals.
I’ll bear my pain with a smile
and stab their hearts.

The wind blew away meagre happiness
born from mutual trust.
This pity is called faith—
tell me what it means.

We scattered powerless justice like petals with our own hands
and became strong.
That was our way of life.
Nobody else will ever understand.

The changing seasons will not stop.
Past flowers wither.
Time that seems to have stopped makes its mark.
Only the flowers know why.

Things with form are fragile.
They are vivid and radiant.
They blossom, if only for a moment
with lives that will burn away unnoticed.

The flower blooms on a high peak out of season (1)
in an illusory land of splendour.
It is buffeted by an unpredictable wind
but doesn’t fall over.
It stands solitary, staring straight ahead.

The summer mirage flickers.
I can’t see it anymore.
The fluttering cicadas cry.
I can’t hear them anymore.

I’ll hide deadly nectar in my calyx.
While embracing you, I will pierce your heart
with words of love.

The wind blew away meagre
fleeting warmth.
Why do humans show weakness?
I want you to tell me.

I stripped false justice off.
Lust is pure.
This is our way of life.
We don’t wish for anyone’s understanding.

The changing of the seasons is constant.
It has finished dying the landscape.
Its tracks seem to have changed. It starts moving.
Only the flowers know its significance.

Things with form are fleeting.
They are a pure illusion.
They blossom, even knowing it may be for a moment
and though they turn to ash, their souls are undying.

Endlessly, like a flower,
I will grow ever more beautiful, ever more sorrowful of parting.

The shining seasons will continue on.
Souls are burned to cinders
and life hurries towards death.
The flower does not wither.
O flower at an unknown grave—
show the four seasons.

The changing of the seasons is constant.
It has finished dying the landscape.
Its tracks seem to have changed. It starts moving.
Only the flowers know its significance.

Things with form are fleeting.
They are a pure illusion.
They blossom, even knowing
it may be for a moment
and though they turn to ash, their souls are undying.