東京バタフライ || Tokyo Butterfly

真夜中の東京 ネオンは煌々と
明かりに引き寄せられた虫
罠と知りながら光に向かう
虚しさ埋めるように

夢見てた妄想 現実は滔々と
人々のリアルを炙り出す
甘いフィクションは霧となり消える
何も残さず

もう二度と あの場所には戻れはしない
居場所をなくし ただただ走り続け
戸惑い迷い狂い

眠らない街 に漂う 私バタフライ
甘い蜜を探し求めてる
ここは明る過ぎて休まるところはない
ここは熱過ぎて乾いてしまう
唇で舌 を吸い込み あなたに宿る
一瞬の現実逃避だけど
慰め合うようにお互いに触れ合う
何もないことに気づかぬフリ
焦がれ燃やされ朽ちていく東京

作られた虚構 真実はとうとう
淡い夢を押しつぶしてゆく
涙枯れ果てビルの闇に消える
過去も未来も

もう二度と あの人に会うことは出来ない
居場所をなくし ただただ走り続け
戸惑い迷い狂い

I’m just a falling butterfly.

Mayonaka no Toukyou neon wa koukou to
Akari ni hikiyoserareta mushi
Wana to shiri nagara hikari ni mukau
Munashisa umeru you ni

Yume miteta mousou genjitsu wa toutou to
Hitobito no riaru o aburidasu
Amai fikushon wa kiri to nari kieru
Nani mo nokosazu

Mou nido to ano basho ni wa modore wa shinai
Ibasho o nakushi tada tada hashiri tsudzuke
Tomadoi mayoi kurui

Nemuranai machi ni tadayou watashi batafurai
Amai mitsu o sagashi motometeru
Koko wa akarusugite yasumaru tokoro wa nai
Koko wa atsusugite kawaite shimau
Kuchibiru de shita o suikomi anata ni yadoru
Isshun no genjitsu touhi da kedo
Nagusameau you ni otagai ni fureau
Nani mo nai koto ni kidzukanu furi
Kogare moyasare kuchite iku Toukyou

Tsukurareta kyokou shinjitsu wa toutou
Awai yume o oshitsubushite yuku
Namida karehate biru no yami ni kieru
Kako mo mirai mo

Mou nidoto ano hito ni au koto wa dekinai
Ibasho o nakushi tada tada hashiri tsudzuke
Tomadoi mayoi kurui

I’m just a falling butterfly.

The neon lights are dazzling in midnight Tokyo.
Bugs, drawn to the light
face towards it while knowing it’s a trap
so they can fill the emptiness inside.

They dreamed of this delusion. Reality flows in one direction
and reveals what’s real to the people.
Sweet fiction vanishes like mist
leaving nothing behind.

I can never go back there.
I lose the place I belong, and I keep running
while confused, lost and mad.

Fluttering though a sleepless city, I’m a butterfly
seeking sweet honey.
It’s too bright here and there’s nowhere for me to rest.
It’s so hot I’ll dry up.
I kiss you deeply, staying with you
though it’s just a momentary escape from reality.
We touch each other for comfort
acting like we don’t know it’s meaningless.
Tokyo burns with passion, burns to cinders and decays.

In a world of fiction, reality has been beaten down
and it’s crushing faint dreams.
I stop crying and vanish into the darkness of the buildings
with my past and future.

I can never see that person again.
I lose the place I belong, and I keep running
while confused, lost and mad.

I’m just a falling butterfly.