飴か夢 || Candy or Dream

いつかの日は沈む　明日はもう目覚めなきゃ
静かに眠れない　言葉が溢れ出した

ドコハココナノ

不満気な様でだるく　息を吸い込む
仕方ないふりで　睨み吐き出す
それが無駄と気づき　髪を切った朝に
自由を失って　僕は生まれた

どこまでも導いて　砂の城の神様

ただ無知な僕らに　飴を下さい
吐き出すほどに

青い青い空　見下ろさないでよ
僕は飛べないよ
白い白い羽なんて　いらないよ
きっと眩しすぎて
鈍色に染め上げた　首輪が僕に似合う

ありふれた神様は　自分が嫌いで
右へ習えが好き　デザートも好き
生まれ来る前から　一応足りてる
そんな楽園を　カラスも笑う

首輪をはずした時　立ち尽くす僕は誰？

この無様な犬に　夢を下さい
「神様」ならば

広い広い空　鳥が羽ばたいた
僕も飛びたいよ
高く高く飛び　孤独になりたい
それができるのなら
曖昧にすがりつく　僕はどこまで無力？

青い青い空　見下ろさないでよ
僕は飛べないよ
白い白い羽なんて　いらないよ
きっと眩しすぎて
鈍色に染め上げた　首輪が僕の姿

鳥達が飛んでいく　いつかの僕のもとへと

itsuka no hi wa shizumu asu wa mou mezamenakya
shizuka ni nemurenai kotoba ga afuredashita

doko wa koko nano

fumange na sama de daruku iki o suikomu
shikatanai furi de nirami hakidasu
sore ga muda to kizuki kami o kitta asa ni
jiyuu o ushinatte boku wa umareta

doko made mo michibiite suna no shiro no kamisama

tada muchi na bokura ni ame o kudasai
hakidasu hodo ni

aoi aoi sora miorosanaide yo
boku wa tobenai yo
shiroi shiroi hane nante iranai yo
kitto mabushi sugite
nibiiro ni someageta kubiwa ga boku ni niau

arifureta kamisama wa jibun ga kirai de
migienarae ga suki dezaato mo suki
umare kuru mae kara ichiou tariteru
sonna rakuen o karasu mo warau

kubiwa o hazushita toki tachitsukusu boku wa dare?

kono buzama na inu ni yume o kudasai
“kamisama” naraba

hiroi hiroi sora tori ga habataita
boku mo tobitai yo
takaku takaku tobi kodoku ni naritai
sore ga dekiru no nara
aimai ni sugaritsuku boku wa doko made muryoku?

aoi aoi sora miorosanaide yo
boku wa tobenai yo
shiroi shiroi hane nante iranai yo
kitto mabushi sugite
nibiiro ni someageta kubiwa ga boku no sugata

toritachi ga tonde iku itsuka no boku no moto e to

The sun from back then sets. I have to wake up tomorrow.
I can’t sleep peacefully. Words spilled out.

Where is here?

Looking glum, I take a heavy breath.
I glare, acting frustrated.
During the morning when I realised it was all pointless then cut my hair
I lost my freedom and I was born.

Guide me forever, god of the sandcastle.

Grant us, the ignorant ones, candy—
enough to make us vomit.

Blue, blue sky, don’t look down on me.
I can’t fly.
I don’t need white, white wings.
They’d be too radiant for me.
A collar dyed dark grey suits me more.

The ordinary god hated themselves.
They liked following others and liked desserts too.
They’ve had what they needed since before they came to life.
Even the crows would laugh at such a paradise.

Who am I, standing still after taking my collar off?

Grant this unseemly dog a dream, please.
If I were a god—

In the vast, vast sky, birds were flapping their wings.
I want to fly too.
I want to fly high, high in the sky and be alone.
If I could do that
how powerless would I be, vaguely holding on?

Blue, blue sky, don’t look down on me.
I can’t fly.
I don’t need white, white wings.
They’d be too radiant for me.
A collar, dyed dark grey, is who I am.

The birds are going to fly to my past self.