Paroles et traduction moumoon - PAIN (acoustic selection -ACOMOON-)

PAIN (acoustic selection -ACOMOON-)

どれだけ傷つき涙しても
そう自分で選んだこの道を
花咲く季節の予感を胸に 歩いていく
平然を装う日々も
ただ漠然と廻る月日も
うんざりだ 闇に目を閉じた
耳を塞いで 息をひそめた
さあ今こそ 身体じゅうを巡る
全部の感覚を 消し去ってしまえば
悲しみも 孤独も憎しみも
何も感じずに 何も恐れずに
それは幸せかな 楽になれるのかな
あなたは、 わたしは
ああ こんなに心が苦しいのは
いま 自分が生きている証でしょう
本当の自分と向き合うたび 痛むけど
閉じ込めて 溢れ出して
この感情は 暴れるばかり
自分では 制御できないほど
ふくれあがってく 怪物みたいだ
だからこそ 誰かを愛したり
誰かに愛されて どうにか安心して
ああそれでも疑心暗鬼なまま
傷つき傷つけて もう一度抱きしめて
少しでもまっすぐ進んでゆけたらと
願うのに 願うのに
ああ こんなに涙があふれるのは
いま 自分が生きている証でしょう
本当の気持ち忘れないように 泣くんだね
白い絵の具で 塗りつぶした 黒い心も
果てしなく続く遠い未知を
そう 自分で選んだ棘道を
花咲く季節の予感を胸に歩き続ければ この痛みは 心を守る為に もう これ以上自分騙さぬように 本当の自分忘れぬ為の 道しるべ

PAIN (acoustic selection -ACOMOON-)

Despite how much I've been hurt and how many tears I've shed,
I've chosen this path myself,
And I'll keep walking with the anticipation of blossoming seasons in my heart.
Even on days when I feign composure,
And through the monotonous passage of time,
I'm fed up. I close my eyes to the darkness.
I plug my ears and hold my breath.
Come, now is the time to let it all flow through me,
If I could erase every sensation,
Sadness, loneliness, and even hatred,
To feel nothing, to fear nothing,
Would that be happiness? Would that bring me relief?
You, and I,
Oh, why does my heart ache so much?
It is proof that I am alive at this moment.
Every time I face my true self, it hurts,
But I can't hold it in any longer, and it bursts forth.
These emotions rage uncontrollably,
Beyond my ability to manage.
They swell up like some monstrous creature.
That's why I can love someone,
And feel reassured by someone's love.
Oh, but even then, I can't shake my suspicions.
We hurt each other and reconcile again.
I wish I could move forward a little more steadily,
But I can't, I can't.
Oh, why do tears flow so freely?
It is proof that I am alive at this moment.
I cry so that I won't forget my true feelings.
Even the black heart I painted over with white
Will continue on its endless journey into the unknown.
Yes, I chose this thorny path myself,
And I will keep walking, with the anticipation of blossoming seasons in my heart. This pain is a guidepost to protect my heart, to keep me from deceiving myself, to remind me of who I truly am.