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Ware, Yami Tote…

限られた時間の狭間で風に染まり
立ち止まる俺は誰?
有り触れた言葉の狭間で壊れていき
繰り返す此処はどこ?
意志を闇に染めて
息を断つことも簡単で...
だけどまだほんの少し君に触れていたい
生きることを許してくれますか?
ある日差しの強い朝、
目を開き涙が初めて意味に触れられた気がしたんだ
傍に君が居ると何故だか悲しい
一つになれないのは何故?
手を開き壊れそうな言葉でも、ただ一つでもいい
その胸に突き刺さる程の刃を心にくれ
代償の儚さ 熟れていき ただ闇とて...
夕暮れ がなり立てる
ある日差しの強い朝、
目を開き涙が初めて意味に触れられた気がしたんだ
傍に君が居ると何故だか悲しい
一つになれないのは何故?
手を開き壊れそうな言葉でも、ただ一つでもいい
その胸に突き刺さる程の刃を胸に
忘れてしまえば人は変われるもの?
忘れても、変われても、君でもないことも
正しい価値さえ 冷酷に見えて
せめて今を声に変えて
明日の条件
優しすぎる悲鳴、愛は形を変え
苦しさも忘れ自分も忘れて
だけど今は 噛み締めて流れる証と...
正しい価値さえ 冷酷に見えて
せめて今を声に変えて
明日の条件

生きるという名の証を...

Ware, Yami Tote…

In the narrowness of the allotted time, I'm dyed in the wind
Who is the man who stands still?
In the narrowness of the mundane, I am destroyed
Where is this place where I am repeated?
Dyeing my will in darkness
It would be easy to just stop breathing...
But I still want to touch you just a little bit
Will you allow me to live?
On a certain sunny morning,
I opened my eyes and felt like for the first time my tears had found a meaning
When you are beside me, somehow I am sad
Why can't we two become one?
I open my hand and even if the words that come out are ruined, just one is good enough
Give me the blade that will pierce your breast, even to the point of pain
The evanescence of compensation blooms and ripens, only with darkness...
The sunset howls
On a certain sunny morning,
I opened my eyes and felt like for the first time my tears had found a meaning
When you are beside me, somehow I am sad
Why can't we two become one?
I open my hand and even if the words that come out are ruined, just one is good enough
The blade that will pierce your breast
If I forget, can people change?
Even if I forget or change, I am still not you
Even seemingly correct values become cruel
At least let me turn my present into a voice
Tomorrow's conditions
An overly kind scream, love changes form
Forgetting the pain, forgetting even myself
But now, this is the mark of what I am holding onto and letting flow...
Even seemingly correct values become cruel
At least let me turn my present into a voice
Tomorrow's conditions

The mark of my life...