科目屋一花凛 || School for Attaining a Flower’s Dignity

歌詞

夜の帳と煌く灯り
始まりの鈴の音が鳴る
傅かかしずき面も上げず
畳の目を数えるだけ
雪ちらり　深く沈むこの街
呼び給う声を願えども
散ちらり　閉じた眼に映る花

削れ行く身は安かろうと
心まで穢される事は無い
沁み濡れた冷たさも
この身を引き裂く事は無い

摘まれども蕾は消えぬ
何度でも枝を広げよう
霞めども尚美しく
凛と咲きましょう　雪の中

爪弾はじいた寝乱れ襦袢
点点はらはらと積もる白雪に
手を伸ばせどもぬくもりは無く
敷布に蕩け消えて行くだけ
覗ちらり　咲いた椿の花は
深雪に沈めど色褪せず
散ちらり　咲いた朱色が微か　痛む

削れ行く身を嘆こうと
格子の外は未だ見えもせず
肌を刺す冷たさから
逃れる当てだけ目に映る

摘まれども蕾は消えぬ
大輪の花を咲かせてみせよう
落ちれども尚潔く
凛と咲きましょう　雪の中

「一花となる頃にお迎えに」

約束は果たせども
彼の姿無く

削れ行くこの身もいつか
凛と咲き誇る日が来るように
手折られて尚勇ましく
椿の花のように咲きましょう

閉じた眼に映る
美しき一木は―――――――

Romanisation

yo no tobari to kirameku akari
hajimari no suzu no oto ga naru
kakashizuki omote mo agezu
tatami no me o kazoeru dake
chirari fukaku shizumu kono machi
yobi tamau koe o negaedomo
chirari tojita manako ni utsuru hana

kezureyuku mi wa yasukarou to
kokoro made kegasareru koto wa nai
shimi nureta tsumetasa mo
kono mi o hikisaku koto wa nai

tsumaredomo tsubomi wa kienu
nando demo eda o hirogeyou
kasumedomo nao utsukushiku
rin to sakimashou yuki no naka

tsuma hajiita ne midare jiban
harahara to tsumoru shirayuki ni
te o nobasedo mo nukumori wa naku
shikifu ni toroke kiete yuku dake
chirari saita tsubaki no hana wa
miyuki ni shizumedo iroasezu
chirari saita shuiro ga kasuka itamu

kezureyuku mi o nagekou to
koushi no soto wa ima da mie mo sezu
hada o sasu tsumetasa kara
nogareru ate dake me ni utsuru

tsumaredomo tsubomi wa kienu
tairin no hana o sakasete miseyou
ochiredomo nao isagiyoku
rin to sakimashou yuki no naka

“ichihana to naru koro ni omukae ni”

yakusoku wa hatasedomo
ka no sugata naku

kezure yuku kono mi mo itsuka
rin to sakihokoru hi ga kuru you ni
taorarete nao isamashiku
tsubaki no hana no you ni sakimashou

tojita manako ni utsuru
utsukushiki ichimoku wa―――――――

Translation

Among night’s veil and sparkling lights
the bell rings, marking the beginning.
My face, that of a servant, remains lowered
and all I do is count the eyes in the tatami.
Snow falls lightly, and the streets are silent.
I hope for someone to call to me
yet all I see are flowers falling when I close my eyes.

My body, wasting away, may be cheap
but it won’t be corrupted to the core.
The coldness seeping into me
won’t tear me apart either.

We may be plucked, but our buds will remain.
Let’s spread our branches time after time.
It grows misty but we’re still beautiful.
Let’s bloom with dignity in the snow.

I plucked at my undershirt, which was all messed up from sleep.
I reached out to the gently falling snow
yet there was no warmth
and it just melted into my sheet and vanished.
The camellias that bloomed for a moment
sink into the deep snow but do not fade.
They scatter, their vermillion hue fades, and it hurts.

Though I grieve for my body as it wastes away,
I still can’t see beyond the lattice.
All I can see is a sign
that I will escape the cold piercing my skin.

We may be plucked, but our buds will remain.
Let’s make our large flowers bloom.
They may fall, but they’re still pure.
Let’s bloom with dignity in the snow.

“I’ll come to welcome you when you become a flower.”

I fulfilled our promise
yet he is nowhere to be seen.

Hoping that my body, wasting away
will someday bloom with dignity,
I remain strong though I am plucked.
Let’s bloom like camellias

In my closed eyes
I see a beautiful tree…