少年少女 || Boys and Girls

部屋の埃も気にしない 傷つくなんて恐れない
大切な物を探すため 大切な物を切り捨てた
酒の味も タバコの味も 叩き売りでばら撒いている寿命
悪意は地位だ 個性は格だ 自分を愛せない流行り病

努力が未だ糧にならない
もう全部投げ捨ててしまおう
才能が憎い 認められたい
あいつのポッケから盗んでやろう
朝日が嫌い 夜に染まりたい
理解されない 言葉が出ない
何もできない 走り出したい
ここには理想なんてものはない

娯楽で成長しては駄目なのか
今だけを愛しては駄目なのか
「ありがとう」とか「ごめんなさい」とか
当たり前がなぜ吐き出せないのか
社会性も協調性も見返りなしじゃ担えない
今が何者かわからないのに
何になれると言うんだ

価値観に潰されて人間を学んでる少年少女
差別も身に余る別れも名残にふさわしい
不幸ばっかりを愛して誰よりも涙する少年少女
綺麗に人を愛せるように
誰かと寄り添い合う未来を

僕らはこんなに痛いのに大人は何もわかっていない
そりゃそうかあんたらの時代じゃ別の悲しみが流行ってた
相手の気持ちにならなくちゃ僕らはなんにも変われない
それなのに何故か止まらない呪いが頭から離れない

守り続けたいものが人か物なのかわからない
離れて気づくと言うけれど時たま切り捨ててしまいたい
背丈も腹も毛の長さも自分は常に蠢くのに
他人の変化は許せない
命の浪費が許せない

夢を叶えたい気持ちだけでは
歩き出すことしか出来ないのに
夢を諦める時の辛さは
叶えたい辛さと同じなのに
齢十数年の尺度では
学べるものが少なすぎるのに
なんで楽しくてしょうがないんだろう

何でもない明日に笑いが止まらない少年少女
無駄な瞬間なんてない 理由なんて何もいらない
純粋無垢な心を愚かと馬鹿にされる少年少女
空っぽになる前にテンプレートでも叫ばなくちゃ
未来に

いつか虚しくなるものを本気で愛してしまうのは
手に入らないと気付いても諦めず手を伸ばすのは
弱さではない
何も知らない思いのまま描く強さがあるから

君たちの好きという気づきはいつか世界を突き動かすから
君たちの嫌いという叫びはいつか世界を目覚めさせるから
何一つ逆らえない何かに直向きになっていいんだよ
誰にも否定など出来ない 君たち以外に誰にもいない

何千回と挫けてそれでもなお歯向かう少年少女
世界を作っているのだ 痛み如きが邪魔するな
青春を泳いでいる全てが自由である少年少女
光か闇か未だ不明
押し付けられた弱さに負けるな
自分に負けるな

Heya no hokori mo ki ni shinai kizutsuku nante osorenai
Taisetsu na mono o sagasu tame taisetsu na mono o kirisuteta
Sake no aji mo tabako no aji mo tatakiuri de baramaite iru jumyou
Akui wa chii da kosei wa kaku da jibun o aisenai hayariyamai

Doryoku ga imada kate ni naranai
Mou zenbu nagesutete shimaou
Sainou ga nikui mitomeraretai
Aitsu no pokke kara nusunde yarou
Asahi ga kirai yoru ni somaritai
Rikai sarenai kotoba ga denai
Nani mo dekinai hashiridashitai
Koko ni wa risou nante mono wa nai

Goraku de seichou shite wa dame na no ka
Ima dake o aishite wa dame na no ka
“Arigatou” toka “gomennasai” toka
Atarimae ga naze hakidasenai no ka
Shakaisei mo kyouchousei mo mikaeri nashi ja ninaenai
Ima ga nanimono ka wakaranai noni
Nani ni nareru to iu nda

Kachikan ni tsubusarete ningen o mananderu shounen shoujo
Sabetsu mo mi ni amaru wakare mo nagori ni fusawashii
Fukou bakkari o aishite dare yori mo namida suru shounen shoujo
Kirei ni hito o aiseru you ni
Dareka to yorisoi au mirai o

Bokura wa konna ni itai no ni otona wa nani mo wakatte inai
Sorya sou ka antara no jidai ja betsu no kanashimi ga hayatteta
Aite no kimochi ni naranakucha bokura wa nan ni mo kawarenai
Sore na no ni nazeka tomaranai noroi ga atama kara hanarenai

Mamori tsudzuketai mono ga hito ka mono na no ka wakaranai
Hanarete kidzuku to iu keredo tokitama kirisutete shimaitai
Setake mo hara mo ke no nagasa mo jibun wa tsune ni ugomeku noni
Tanin no henka wa yurusenai
inochi no rouhi ga yurusenai

Yume o kanaetai kimochi dake de wa
Arukidasu koto shika dekinai noni
Yume o akirameru toki no tsurasa wa
Kanaetai tsurasa to onaji na noni
Yowai jussuu-nen no shakudo de wa
Manaberu mono ga sukunasugiru noni
Nande tanoshikute shouganai ndarou

Nan demo nai ashita ni warai ga tomaranai shounen shoujo
Muda na shunkan nante nai riyuu nante nani mo iranai
Junsui muku na kokoro o oroka to baka ni sareru shounen shoujo
Karappo ni naru mae ni tenpureeto demo sakebanakucha
Mirai ni

Itsuka munashiku naru mono o honki de aishite shimau no wa
Te ni hairanai to kidzuite mo akiramezu te o nobasu no wa
Yowasa de wa nai
Nani mo shiranai omoi no mama egaku tsuyosa ga aru kara

Kimi-tachi no suki to iu kidzuki wa itsuka sekai o tsukiugokasu kara
Kimi-tachi no kirai to iu sakebi wa itsuka sekai o mezamesaseru kara
Nani hitotsu sakaraenai nanika ni himamuki ni natte ii nda yo
Dare ni mo hitei nado dekinai kimi-tachi igai ni dare ni mo inai

Nanzenkai to kujikete sore demo nao hamukau shounen shoujo
Sekai o tsukutte iru no da itami gotoki ga jama suru na
Seishun o oyoide iru subete ga jiyuu de aru shounen shoujo
Hikari ka yami ka imada fumei
Oshitsukerareta yowasa ni makeru na
Jibun ni makeru na

I’m not fussed about the dust in my room. I’m not afraid of getting hurt.
I cut off what I valued to look for something precious.
The taste of booze and cigarettes—I splurge my life away at a bargain sale.
Malice is status; individuality is your rank. Being unable to love yourself is endemic.

Effort still isn’t sustaining me
so I’m just gonna throw everything away.
I hate talent. I want to be acknowledged
so I’ll steal it from their pocket.
I hate the morning sun. I want to be stained in night’s colours.
I’m incomprehensible. The words aren’t coming out.
I can’t do anything. I want to start running.
There’s no ideals to speak of here.

Is it wrong to grow on pleasure?
Is it wrong to only love the here and now?
Why can’t I spit out the same old pleasantries
like ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’?
I can’t bear social norms and cooperation with no quid pro quo.
I don’t even know who I am right now
yet you’re asking me what I can accomplish.

The boys and girls are learning to be human, crushed by values.
Discrimination and overwhelming goodbyes deserve their own echoes.
The boys and girls loved misfortune and shed more tears than anyone else.
They pursued a future where they’d draw close to others
so they could love people completely.

We’re hurting so much but the adults don’t understand a thing.
Is that right? In your era, a different type of sadness was all the rage.
If we don’t feel the same as who we’re talking to, we can’t change a thing
and yet for some reason we can’t get that perpetual curse out of our heads.

I don’t know whether the thing I want to keep protecting is a person or an object.
They say I’ll know when I part from it, but occasionally I just want to cast it away.
My height, my stomach, and the length of my hair—I’m usually squirming around
but I can’t stand change in other people.
I can’t stand wasting life.

Even though all I can do is start walking
from my desire to make my dream come true—
Even though the pain of giving up on my dream
is the same as the pain of wanting to make it come true—
Even though, by the measure of ten-odd years
the amount you can learn is too small—
Why am I having such an awesome time?

The boys and girls can’t stop laughing at their worthless future.
There’s no useless moment. We don’t need any reasons.
The boys and girls are ridiculed, called foolish for their pure hearts.
Before we become hollow, we’ve got to scream out in the usual way
to the future.

Seriously loving something that will become hollow
and continuing to reach out even after realising you can’t get it
isn’t weakness
because we have the strength to sketch as we please, not knowing how it will end.

Your realisation of what you like will someday stir up the world
and your screams of hatred will someday awaken the world
so you can face an irresistible force with all your might.
Nobody can deny you. Nobody’s there apart from you.

The boys and girls are crushed thousands of times and yet they resist.
We’re making a world. Don’t get in our way, pain.
The boys and girls are swimming in youth’s spring, where all is free.
Light or dark, it’s still unclear.
Don’t lose to the weakness that forced you down.
Don’t lose to yourself.