Paroles et traduction Double Face - Stippling

Stippling

淡い三日月の夜、風が筆を走らせて
薄紅の雨を写し出した景色眺める

この世は孤独と刹那の
重なることのない雫の斑か
それでも... 瞳は滲んで
一つ一つの色を混ぜていくのだろう

風が吹き込むほどの
隙間なら気付かれない
春の嵐に包まれ、傍にいるうちは

誰もが留めたいと願い
重なる時を閉じ込めた琥珀を
集めた... いくつもの欠片
セピア色しか描けないと気付くだろう

交わらない無数の道さえ
流れ行く河、そのほとりで
並ぶこともあるなら...

この世は孤独と刹那が
描く点描の絵なのだろうか
それでも... 瞳は求めて
春の嵐の様に
数多の色達を混ぜていくのだろう

薄月の夜の道
付かず離れずの影も
少し離れて見たなら
一つに見えるだろう

Stippling

On a night lit by a pale crescent moon, the wind guides my brush,
Painting a scenery of light crimson rain.

Is this world just a tapestry of solitude and fleeting moments,
Like scattered raindrops that never truly touch?
And yet… my eyes well up,
Yearning to blend each and every hue.

In the spaces where the wind whispers through,
Our closeness can remain unseen.
As long as we're embraced by this spring storm,

Everyone wishes to hold onto this time,
To collect the amber drops that encapsulate our shared moments...
But as I gather these countless fragments,
I realize I can only paint with shades of sepia.

Even countless paths that never converge,
Like a flowing river, we might find ourselves side by side
On its banks, if only for a while...

Is this world merely a pointillist painting,
Crafted from solitude and transient moments?
And yet… my eyes still seek,
Like a raging spring storm,
To blend the myriad of colors before me.

On this moonlit path,
Even our shadows, inseparable yet apart,
If we step back and look,
Appear as one.