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SHABON-DAMA

上昇する気のない ママゴトや遊び Sorry...
近所の公園が一番居心地が良くて気持ちもほぐれる
揺られるブランコ乗り慣れた感覚 靴飛ばして競い合った
あのひこうき雲 越えて 誰よりも遠くまで
楽しくても いつまでここに居られるんだろうとか
考えるようになって なんだか少しだけ重たい空気
軋んだ遊具の音や剥がれかけた塗装に
気付かないふりして過ごしていた
色褪せそう 光明ヴィジョン
枯れかけの陽だまり くすんだ花壇 浮かない面 No more...
興味本位と少しの希望
溢れていた あの頃に飛んでいきたいよ だから
ふーふー吹いたシャボン玉
思わせぶりに 又 嘯くように
瘋癲調にそよぐから
根も葉もない浪漫にポジティヴ浮かべた刹那
ぴゅーぴゅー散ったシャボン玉
希望的観測だからかな
でも超軽快に仰ぐ空 何度でも吹かれる風任せ
子供の頃 難なく遊んでいた独楽も竹馬も
いつしか触れなくなって今じゃ回せない乗れない
ラップ下手になったと感じた時 そんな事を思い出した
ある程度上手ければそれでいいのかな なんて
怠惰と怠慢の二枚使いで麻痺した舌の擁護 でも劇薬に漬したりしないよ
巻き直すゼンマイのようなカラクリはないからまた直向になろう
リリックは気持ちの整理でもあって 整頓出来ない悩みの墓場
描きかけの絵空事も
いつの間にか埃被り押入れに置きっぱなしだけど
数本のペンシル ゆったり Draw
コントラストある とあるちっぽけなスペース ひとり
ふーふー吹いたシャボン玉
思わせぶりに 又 嘯くように
瘋癲調にそよぐから
根も葉もない浪漫にポジティヴ浮かべた刹那
ぴゅーぴゅー散ったシャボン玉
希望的観測だからかな
でも超軽快に仰ぐ空 何度でも吹かれる風任せ
隠してしまいがちな汚い感情 苦悩のフェーズ
でも置かれた現状にまみれた叙情詩の方が人となりが滲み出る
その色で染めるマイライフ ありったけを詰めた想い込めて
ふーふー吹いたシャボン玉
思わせぶりに 又 嘯くように
瘋癲調にそよぐから
根も葉もない浪漫にポジティヴ浮かべた刹那
ぴゅーぴゅー散ったシャボン玉
希望的観測だからかな
でも超軽快に仰ぐ空 何度でも吹かれる風任せ
ひとかけらのファンタジーをまぶして混ぜ合わせて
織り成す青色のビロード 揺られる姿はまるでオーロラだね
そんな夢のような物語を 音に乗せて 届けなんてね
ちょっぴり シャイなミー 直球じゃ恥ずかしいから
ふーふー吹いていたシャボン玉

SHABON-DAMA

Baby, I’m feeling a little lost and uninspired, like I’m stuck in a childish game.
The neighborhood park used to be my sanctuary, but now it just feels empty and hollow.
I’d swing on the swings for hours, pretending to fly away from all my worries.
But now I wonder how long I can keep living in the past, just reminiscing about what was.
These memories are becoming heavier, and I can’t help but feel like I’m getting older.
I notice the creaky playground and the faded paint, things I used to ignore.
I’ve been trying to hold on to my youth, but it’s slipping away from me.
My dreams are fading, like the colors of a worn-out picture.
The flowers are wilting, and my hopes are dwindling.
I know I’m not alone in feeling this way, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
I long for the days when I was filled with curiosity and hope.
So I blow bubbles, just like I did when I was a child.
They float away, carrying my worries with them.
Like a whisper, they remind me of the dreams I once had.
Even though my bubbles burst, I’m not giving up.
I’ll keep blowing them, no matter what.
As a kid, I could play with tops and spin bamboo poles with ease.
But now I’ve lost my touch, and I can’t seem to get them going anymore.
It’s the same with my rapping. I used to be good at it, but now I feel like I’ve lost my skill.
I’ve become lazy and complacent, and it shows in my work.
But I’m not going to give up. I’m going to relearn how to rap, and I’m going to put my heart and soul into it.
My lyrics are a way for me to process my emotions, to make sense of the chaos in my head.
Even though my drawings are unfinished and my dreams are still out of reach, I’m going to keep creating.
I’m going to fill my life with color and passion, and I’m going to share it with the world.
I may not be able to blow bubbles that float away anymore, but I can still create something beautiful and meaningful.
So I’ll keep blowing bubbles, and I’ll keep dreaming.
One day, they’ll all come true.
Even if they don’t, I’ll still have the memories of the joy they brought me.
I’ll always have my bubbles.
And that’s enough.
I blow bubbles, just like I did when I was a child.
They float away, carrying my worries with them.
Like a whisper, they remind me of the dreams I once had.
Even though my bubbles burst, I’m not giving up.
I’ll keep blowing them, no matter what.
I hide my negative emotions, my struggles and doubts.
But it’s in those moments of vulnerability that I find my true self.
So I’ll embrace my flaws and my weaknesses, and I’ll use them to create something beautiful.
I’ll paint a picture of my life with all its colors and complexities.
And I’ll share it with you, because I know that you’ll understand.
I blow bubbles, just like I did when I was a child.
They float away, carrying my worries with them.
Like a whisper, they remind me of the dreams I once had.
Even though my bubbles burst, I’m not giving up.
I’ll keep blowing them, no matter what.
I’ll mix my fantasies with reality, and I’ll create something truly magical.
I’ll weave a tapestry of blue velvet, and I’ll let it shimmer in the moonlight.
I’ll write a story that’s so beautiful, it will make you cry.
I’ll sing a song that’s so full of hope, it will make you believe in miracles.
But I’m a little shy, so I’ll whisper it in your ear.
I’ll blow bubbles, just like I did when I was a child.
And I’ll hope that you’ll catch them.