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OMOIDE

確かあれは12年前ぐらいになるか
俺はいつものお決まりの席でくだらない
大人の話を聞かされて
あくびして寝て怒鳴られての毎日で
散々だったな
でもある日いつも通りの空間が嫌になって外に出たら
お前は知らんぷりして俺の横を通り過ぎた
偶然すぎた
馴れ馴れしい俺
しつこくくだらなすぎる話ばっかして
苦い顔したお前に話しかけた
それは今思えば悪い事じゃなくて
俺にとって大切な思い出
まあお前にとっては大切か知らんが
この話が伝わればいいが
普通にしてても馬鹿な俺らには伝えにくいことでも
音にすれば大丈夫
心配すんな

思い出はいつもすべてが残るようで
側にいるようで
居なくなるのかな
思い出はいつも頭を駆け巡る
側にいるようで見えなくなるのかな

よく遊んだなあの公園
あのゾウさんの滑り台はいつか取り壊されて多分
コンビニかビルにでもなんのかなあ
俺たちが2回目のハタチを迎える時
子供たちが遊ぶ遊具もサビひとつなく
綺麗すぎるものばっかで成り立ち安心
そんなんで育たれてもって感じ
今になって痛みや喜びは倍に感じる
信じることをわからない年頃にそれを思えたよ
ちょうどあの頃
自分にもし万が一何かあった時に
すっ飛んでくる仲間が人生の宝
尊敬するよ
毎朝スーツに頭固めて駅前で挨拶している政治家さん
ごめんなあの頃
中指たてて
俺が逆の立場だったら勘弁だまじで
俺らは雪印のコーヒーの味みたく
甘いけどどっか苦い感覚に襲われる
時々また眠れない夜
出てくれ毎度の電話をかける

思い出はいつもすべてが残るようで
側にいるようで
居なくなるのかな
思い出はいつも頭を駆け巡る
側にいるようで
見えなくなるのかな

OMOIDE

I think it was about 12 years ago,
I was in my usual spot, listening to boring
adult talk.
I yawned, got yelled at, every day was like that,
it was terrible.
But one day, I got sick of the same old place, so I went outside,
and you pretended not to see me and walked right past.
It was such a coincidence.
I was overfamiliar,
I kept talking to you about stupid things.
You made a sour face and talked to me,
Thinking back now, it wasn't a bad thing,
it's a precious memory for me.
Well, I don't know if it's precious to you,
but I hope you get this message.
Even if we act normal, it's hard to tell each other things,
but if we put it to music, it'll be okay.
Don't worry.

Memories always seem to linger,
they seem to be near,
will they disappear?
Memories always run through my head,
they seem to be near, but will they fade away?

We used to play in that park,
that elephant slide will probably be torn down someday
and replaced with a convenience store or a building, I guess.
By the time we turn twenty again,
the playground equipment the kids play on will be rust-free,
too perfect, making me feel safe
like I was raised that way.
Pain and joy are now doubly felt,
I learned that at an age when I didn't understand trust.
Just around that time,
I thought that if something ever happened to me,
the friends who came running would be my greatest treasure.
I respect that.
Politicians in suits standing in front of the station every morning,
I'm sorry about that,
giving you the finger.
If I were in your shoes, I would be pissed.
We're like the taste of Snow Brand coffee,
sweet but with a hint of bitterness.
Sometimes on sleepless nights,
I call you up like I always do.

Memories always seem to linger,
they seem to be near,
will they disappear?
Memories always run through my head,
they seem to be near,
will they fade away?