日没と少女と消失と || Sunset, the Girl and Her Disappearance

白く冷たき肌をも
凍らすかの様におとなう
骨に伝うは冷えの痛みか
それか…　心の叫び

‘今日’を与えて見たけど
何も変らないこの世界
土が願うは人の茂みか
それか…　残酷な夢

日々はまた廻るだろう
また明日がくるだろう
暖かくなるのだろう
今日と同じ明日が
連れてこられるの
変らない君たちの元へ

大衆という海原へ
飛びこんで往くかのように
仲間を　求めて　歪みだす
その子を見捨てでも上へ登るの?

そこでまた生まれる恨み
人はその痛みに慣れた
哀れな　愚かな　生き物だ
神話に棲むアダムとイヴ
失楽園へと　さあ

‘明日’を与える精霊は
何も知らずに生まれてくる
また人の生を問い求め
灰色の世界を見る

希望を囲う鉄の
冷たさを求めてる
温もりを知りたくない
冷える痛みを拒む
賢い生き方　人は学び育ってきたの

私が人間になって
同じ海に生きていたら
仲間を　求めて　繋ぎ合う
偽りを込めた拳を優しく

そこでまた生まれる罪は
恐怖を抑え込み根付く
明日に　生まれる　私たちも
何も変らずにまた陽を
灯すだけの人形…

だけど幽かに光る　愛を

何も知らぬ赤子の様な
哀れな明日の私に
僅かな　吐息を　風に乗せ
届けたくても届かない　切望

辻複あわせ創られた
奇麗に穢れた神話は
何度も　廻って　繰返す
愛も歌も塒を巻く心も

偉人が創る箱庭に
無理やり植えられた種子は
渴きを　怖れて　奪い合う
哀しき真実を胸に
空気へと　溶け入る

それでも君の
歌は聞こえた

Shiroku tsumetaki hada o mo
Koorasu ka no you ni otonau
Hone ni tsutau wa hie no itami ka
Sore ka… kokoro no sakebi

‘Kyou’ o ataete mita kedo
Nani mo kawaranai kono sekai
Tsuchi ga negau wa hito no shigemi ka
Sore ka… zankoku na yume

Hibi wa mata meguru darou
Mata ashita ga kuru darou
Atatakaku naru no darou
Kyou to onaji ashita ga
Tsuretekorareru no
Kawaranai kimi-tachi no moto e

Taishuu to iu unabara e
Tobikonde yuku ka no you ni
Nakama o motomete yugamidasu
Sono ko o misute demo ue e noboru no?

Soko de mata umareru urami
Hito wa sono itami ni nareta
Aware na oroka na ikimono da
Shinwa ni sumu Adamu to Ivu
Shitsurakuen e to saa

‘Asu’ o ataeru hikari wa
Nani mo shirazu ni umarete kuru
Mata hito no sei o toimotome
Haiiro no sekai o miru

Kibou o kakou tetsu no
Tsumetasa o motometeru
Nukumori o shiritakunai
Hieru itami o kobamu
Kashikoi ikikata hito wa manabi sodatte kita no

Watashi ga ningen ni natte
Onaji umi ni ikite itara
Nakama o motomete tsunagiau
Itsuwari o kometa kobushi o yasashiku

Soko de mata umareru tsumi wa
Kyoufu o osaekomi nedzuku
Ashita ni umareru watashi-tachi mo
Nani mo kawarazu ni mata hi o
Tomosu dake no ningyou…

Dakedo kasuka ni hikaru ai o

Nani mo shiranu akago no you na
Aware na ashita no watashi ni
Wazuka na toiki o kaze ni nose
Todoketakutemo todokanai setsubou

Tsujitsuma awase tsukurareta
Kirei ni kegareta shinwa wa
Nando mo megutte kurikaesu
Ai mo uta mo toguro o maku kokoro mo

Ijin ga tsukuru hakoniwa ni
Muriyari uerareta shushi wa
Kawaki o osorete ubaiau
Kanashiki shinjitsu o mune ni
Kuuki e to tokeiru

Sore demo kimi no
Uta wa kikoeta

My white, cold skin made noises
as if it were freezing over.
Was it the pain of cold that travelled to my bones
or was it the cries of my heart?

It gave me today
but this world is the same as always.
Does the earth wish for a thicket of people
or a cruel dream?

The days will come around again
and I guess tomorrow will come again too.
It might be warmer.
A tomorrow the same as today
will bring me along
to where you, the unchanging ones, are.

Like diving into the ocean
of the crowd
she starts bending, searching for friends.
Can I reach the top even if I abandon her?

And then, malice is born again.
People grew used to its pain.
They are such pitiable, foolish beings.
Adam and Eve, who inhabit myths
head to paradise lost. Come on.

The spirits of the dead, who provide tomorrow¹
are born without knowing a thing.
They ask about human life again
while looking at an ashen world.

I seek the coldness
of the iron bars encircling hope.
I don’t want to feel warmth.
I reject the sensation of my pain settling down.
People have been raised learning such a clever way of life.

If I were to become a human
and live in the same sea
I’d search for friends and bond with them.
I’d gently loosen my fist, with lies clenched within.

And then, my sin that is born again
takes root, holding back my fear.
We, being born tomorrow
would stay the same—puppets
merely lighting the sun again.

And yet, I feel faintly shining love.

To my pitiable future self
who will be like an ignorant child
I send a faint sigh on the wind.
I want my hope to reach them, but it won’t.

The myth was made without contradictions
and sullied so cleanly.
They repeat time after time—
love, songs, and the gathering spirits.

The seeds were grown forcefully
in the box garden made by the great one.
They struggled against each other, fearing thirst.
With a sad truth held close to their hearts
they melted into the air.

And yet, I could hear
your song.