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Karappo

物語の中心 そこにいつしか僕はいなくて
ただ空っぽの美学に 酔いつぶれたのはいつだっけな
さしづめ今日も歌って
そして刹那に取り残されて
あんな声を届けてしまったあの夏の詩

物語の中心 そこにいつしか僕はいなくて
ただ乾いた言葉を 腐ったメロディに乗せた青
さしづめ全て未開性
今も変わらぬ問いに迷うせい
ごめんね

誰誰誰 駄目だって問いかけ
ここにいるよ ここにいるよ
気づかれぬこと悔やんで
群青に染まっていた思い出に 縋り付いて

物語を終止 そしてここから詩を書く囚人
たまに目を閉じたくなる風刺
闇に飲まれた日もあったけど
3,2,1 せーの 脱ぎ捨てて
中身もなくたってさ
嫌々の音を今こそ放つのさ

叫びたくて たくて あの日の僕に届けたくて
最低って泣いて 籠もってないで
雲間に見えた何かにそっと 手を伸ばして
君を想った 動き出した

あぁもう
駄目駄目駄目 誰だって嘆いて
踠いている 踠いているって知っている
だからきっと
君に胸張っていれるように
両手広げて あの空の向こうに

枯れた風に吹かれて
気づく僕のいる意味
錆びたフレーズ 裸足のまま 歌う

青空に向かって目逸らして
踠いている 踠いている
あの感情を信じてさ
群青に染まってた思い出さえ
歌になれ さようなら

Empty

At the heart of the story, somewhere along the way, I was no longer there.
When did I get drunk on the aesthetic of emptiness?
I suppose I'll sing again today,
And be left behind in a fleeting moment.
That summer poem where I let out such a voice...

At the heart of the story, somewhere along the way, I was no longer there.
Just dry words, a blue riding on a rotten melody.
I suppose it's all unexplored territory.
It's because I'm still lost in the same old questions.
I'm sorry.

Someone, anyone, asking if it's no good.
I'm here, I'm here.
Regretting not being noticed,
Clinging to memories dyed in ultramarine.

Ending the story, and from here, a prisoner writing poetry.
Satire that sometimes makes me want to close my eyes.
There were days I was swallowed by darkness, but
3, 2, 1, ready, go! Casting it all aside.
Even if there's nothing inside,
Now's the time to release the unwilling sounds.

I want to scream, I want to, I want to reach the me of that day.
Crying, "I'm the worst," don't shut yourself away.
Gently reaching out to something seen between the clouds.
I thought of you, and I started moving.

Ah, no more.
No good, no good, no good, everyone laments,
Struggling, struggling, I know that.
So surely,
So I can hold my head high for you,
I spread my arms towards the other side of that sky.

Blown by the withered wind,
I realize the meaning of my existence.
Rusty phrases, barefoot, I sing.

Looking away towards the blue sky,
Struggling, struggling.
Believing in that feeling,
Even the memories dyed in ultramarine,
Become a song, goodbye.