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Yume Kara Sameta Hi

クリーム色の戦車にのって ふたり町へくりだす夢を見た
柔軟剤と君の匂いがした ポケットの中のミサイルで
意味もなく命を奪ったんだ 悲しい
脈絡ばかりを気にして生きる僕のとなりで
(つまらない人ね) って笑ってみせた
君は綺麗だった。
静かな夜 おだやかな空よ 月も溶かせ
フレアのスカート風に揺れた どうか悪い夢なら
ここら辺で覚めてくれないか
息が止まりそうだ 夢中にさせるほど苦しくて
ねえ、君のためなら
僕は何回だって生まれ変わって。。。。。その度に忘れちゃいそうだねって
くれたのは はかりにかけたような正確な量の
"ありがとう"だった。
夜を燃やして 世界中が 飽きるまで同じ夢を見ていたい
"hey my friend!! your dream is Like magic."
君よ幸せでいておくれ。
いつか来るその日のために 今、話しておかなきゃな
正論には毒が盛られていた
白いシャツに蜂蜜がついて 不機嫌そうな君には聞こえないか
誰も盗めやしないのに 幸福を決めることは
くだらない事だって 教えてくれたね
ハイブランドの財布の中身は空っぽだったけど 楽しかったんだ
「わたし、大人になるのが怖い」そう言った 君はちょっと
いつもより大人っぽくてさ、
花が枯れる事も 全部知っていたのに見て見ないふりをした
さびたギターと 小さいソファに寝転んで
鼻歌で作った歌が 君の街に届くといいな
ねえ、君のためなら
僕は何回だって 恋に落ちた。その度に忘れちゃいそうだねって
くれたのは はかりにかけたような正確な量の
"ありがとう"だった。
夜を燃やして 世界中が 妬むくらい 甘い夢の中で
もういっそ魔法だってなんでもいい
君よ幸せでいておくれ。

The Day I Woke Up From a Dream

I dreamt we were riding a cream-colored tank, venturing into town.
The scent of fabric softener and you lingered, and with the missile in my pocket,
I took a life without reason. It was saddening.
Next to me, who lives obsessed with context,
You laughed, saying, "(You're such a boring person)."
You were beautiful.
Quiet night, serene sky, even melt the moon.
Your flared skirt swayed in the wind. If only this were a bad dream,
I wish I could wake up around here.
My breath hitches, it's so painful, it makes me lose myself.
Hey, for you,
I would be reborn countless times... though I might forget each time, you said.
What you gave me was a precise, measured amount of
"Thank you."
Burning the night, I want the whole world to see the same dream until it's tired.
"Hey my friend!! Your dream is like magic."
May you be happy, my dear.
For the day that will come someday, I need to tell you now,
There was poison mixed in with the truth.
With honey staining your white shirt, and you looking displeased, maybe you can't hear me.
Even though no one can steal it, deciding what is happiness is
A meaningless thing, you taught me that.
Though my high-brand wallet was empty, it was fun.
You said, "I'm scared of becoming an adult." You were a little
More mature than usual that day,
Even though you knew the flowers would wither, you pretended not to see.
Lying on the rusty guitar and the small sofa,
I hope the song I made with humming reaches your town.
Hey, for you,
I fell in love countless times. Though I might forget each time, you said.
What you gave me was a precise, measured amount of
"Thank you."
Burning the night, in a sweet dream that would make the whole world jealous,
At this point, even magic, anything is fine.
May you be happy, my dear.