Paroles et traduction FAKE TYPE. - Aimai Na Hibi

Aimai Na Hibi

誰と重ねたかすらぼやけた曖昧な日々
仄かに香る風 思い出すまでもない日々なのかな
白く霞めた雲のように掴めそうにない日々だから
ノートの上を滑る白の色鉛筆
無意味に思えても こじつけてた理由
自分すらも解らない 混乱必須のリリックもどき
何であの時あんな事をしていたか
当時の自分は知っていたのかな
もやもやした感情だけが残ってしまったんだ 誰にも言えずに
It's no one's fault カーテンの隙間から差す目覚ましの朝日
Weekday morning 何のために生きているか解らないサイクルだったね
居心地が良いだけの 成長を止めた人の成りそこない共と
過ごしてた日々が今になって突っついてくる まるで咎のスピア
誰と重ねたかすらぼやけた曖昧な日々
仄かに香る風 思い出すまでもない日々なのかな
白く霞めた雲のように掴めそうにない日々だから
生産性のない打算的な思考で動いてた 20代前半
ただ楽しいことだけ求めて覚えた 贅肉みたいな趣味
自ら絞めてる自分の首 怠惰な日常を見て見ぬふり
成功する人生ルートは次の次の次なんて思って諦めていた
歪んだメンタルと過剰な音と光にやられた脳のメンテナンス
リハビリしようが気持ちはアンバランス
夢物語 それは現実との境目にある
ユートピアにもディストピアにも見える
そんな日々を欲した愚か者だから
誰と重ねたかすらぼやけた曖昧な日々
仄かに香る風 思い出すまでもない日々なのかな
白く霞めた雲のように掴めそうにない日々だから
I wonder why 曖昧な日々に溺れたから
ちょっとはまともに思えるだけ
落ちるとこまで落ちたわけでもない
半端者だからこそのどっちつかずな日々
するべきこと やりたいこと したくないこと
考える度に現実逃避の旅路が誘う
実際今この日だって 曖昧な日々

Vague Days

I can't remember who I spent those days with, they're so hazy
The faint scent of the wind, maybe I can't remember those days after all
Because they're like those white, misty clouds that I can't quite grasp
A white pencil glides across the notebook
A reason that seemed pointless at the time, but I made up excuses
Lyrics that are like a mess, even I can't understand them
Why was I doing those things back then?
Did my younger self know?
I'm left with nothing but vague feelings, unspoken to anyone
It's no one's fault, the morning sun shines through the crack in the curtains
Weekday morning, I didn't know what I was living for, it was like a cycle
With people who were just comfortable, stunted in their growth
The days I spent with them now stab at me like a spear of blame
I can't remember who I spent those days with, they're so hazy
The faint scent of the wind, maybe I can't remember those days after all
Because they're like those white, misty clouds that I can't quite grasp
In my early 20s, I was driven by unproductive, calculating thoughts
I only sought out fun things, like useless hobbies
I tightened my own noose, ignoring my lazy routine
I had given up on the idea of a successful life, thinking it was so far away
My distorted mind and the excessive noise and light destroyed my sanity
Rehabilitation won't fix my unbalanced feelings
A daydream, it exists on the border between reality and fantasy
It can seem like utopia or dystopia
I'm a fool for desiring such days
I can't remember who I spent those days with, they're so hazy
The faint scent of the wind, maybe I can't remember those days after all
Because they're like those white, misty clouds that I can't quite grasp
I wonder why I drowned myself in those vague days
I just seemed a little more sane
I didn't fall as far as I could have
Halfway days, because I'm a half-hearted person
Things I should do, things I want to do, things I don't want to do
Every time I think about it, I escape into a journey of avoidance
In fact, even today is a vague day