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| boku wa toumei ningen sa kitto sukete shimau onaji hito ni wa wakaru uwasa ga hashiru toori wa iki o suikome tometa no mama de watatte yukeru himitsu mo tanoshii keredo sugu nozarashi ni naru yo sore o warawanai de sukina hito ya mono nara arisugiru hodo aru n da azayaka na iroiro anata ga warattari tondari ookiku odoroita toki sukitooru kimochi de chanto kotaetai no sa mainichi somaru sora no mijikai kisetsu massugu ni aoidara yuuyami mo osoroshikunai yo boku wa toumei ningen sa motto sukete itai hontou wa sou negatte iru dake nanika o warui to iu no wa totemo muzukashii boku ni wa kantan ja nai koto da yo hitotsu hitotsu kono te de furete tashikametai n da azayaka na iroiro anata ga okottari naitari koe sura ushinatta toki sukitooru kimochi o wakete agetai no sa mainichi somaru sora no mijikai kisetsu te o tataite kazoetara mou jiki ni atarashiku naru yo hazukashiku nattari yandari saitari karetari shitara nigorisou ni natta n da konya wa kureru sora no toutoi moyou o massugu ni aoide iru ashita mo shiawase ni omoeru sa mata anata ni aeru no mo tanoshimi ni matte sayounara |
I am an invisible man – I’m sure you see right through me. You know that it’s the same person The street with rumors flying breathes it in – I’m crossing over to a paused state of being Secrets are fun too, but soon they’ll get old: don’t laugh at that If there were people and things that I like, there’d soon get to be too many – a vivid variety When you were surprised in a big way you laughed and jumped around I want to impart it to you properly, with feelings that are becoming transparent Every day it’s the dyed sky’s short season If I look up straight ahead, even nightfall isn’t so terrible I am an invisible man – I want to be seen through more and more. The truth is, that’s all I’ve wished for It’s so hard when they say something’s bad – as for me, I’m not simple at all One by one, touching with my hands, I want to make sure of a vivid variety When you lost even your voice, you got mad and sobbed I want to especially give you my feelings that are becoming transparent Every day it’s the dyed sky’s short season If I count off with claps of my hands, it will quickly begin anew again When I get embarrassed, get sick, bloom, wither I’ve become impure Tonight I’m looking up straight ahead to the sacred designs of a darkening sky Happiness appears likely tomorrow too Waiting excitedly for when I’ll see you again – farewell! |
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