“nee ii soutooku
shiranai machi ni inkyo shite chinmoku shimasenu koto?
konna hibi ni wa akitanosa nee douzo saratte itte”
nigenobite suimitsutou ni miren suna mitai na ishiki to iu jigen de
nigenobita atsusayo zuko e yure ga shoji
sono mama taida ni yudaneta saigo aosa
mau karanai to shitta ondo mo koherareme yoru no kyoufu iro
kyokai ni yodomu ita kesshin no amasa
tau ni motta ganpeki utsu wa hiite kurenu koukai to nami no iro
machi wabite kooru kaori wa KONKURIITO suna mitai na ishiki
to iu kikan de
machi wabita samusayo zuko e yure ni douji
kono mama aijou ni moshita shuusei PEN no shirosa
genjou o hisshi de tsukurotte wa haida suhada ni kyoufu iro
boukan ni desshite ta kangai no awasa
tau ni motsuta raiuaogu wa naite kurenu zannin na kumo no iro
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“Say,
wouldn’t you rather retire to a faraway
nameless town and live quietly?
I’m so tired of this life. Come and take me away”
I
get away, but I miss the taste of the sweet juicy peach in a
dimension called consciousness, so like sand.
Where is the heat that got away? I’m starting to shiver with
doubt.
Just
as I was, I lazily entrusted my last blue.
The temperature which knows it can never go back, and the color of fear
of a night never-ending.
Stagnated on the borderline, the naïveté of my
determination
The waves hitting the seaside cliffs I’ve already forgotten
won’t draw away the regret nor the color of the waves.
Left
waiting, the freezing scent is concrete, in an organ called
consciousness, so like sand
Where is the cold that was left waiting? Motivated by the shivering and
doubts.
Just
as I am, the whiteness of the white-out pen imitates my affection.
The color of fear on my naked flesh every time I rush to patch things
up for the moment, and then peel it away
The faintness in the emotion of just watching from the sidelines
Looking up at the thunderstorm I’ve already forgotten, there
was the color of a cloud which wouldn’t shed tears for me. |