Paroles et traduction かりゆし58 - Ajisainohanagasakukoroni

Ajisainohanagasakukoroni

自転車を押して歩いてた 坂道でふと気付いたんだ
アジサイの花が散ってたのを
中には寒い冬まで枯れない とても強い花なんだよ
少し照れたように話す君

日が落ちて暗いから君の横顔見てた 目が合いそうになって焦る
「手を繋ごう」それは一瞬の事 上には雲一つない夜空

「すごい 魔法 みたい」空にきらめく星たち 繋いだ手離さない
光を指差した君が そっと呟いた「これが僕らの世界だよ」
その瞬間も時計の針は動いてた

晴れの日はしばらく続くから いつだって見えるよ星なんて
ぬるい雨が少し懐かしい
2人で見る事に意味があるんだ 分かってるよそんな事
ただ当たり前にしたいだけ

いつもの帰り道遠回りして良かった
もう会えなくなるのも分かってたから

誰かを深く思う事が辛いなんて その時は思わない 離れてしまう事も
キレイな物と思ってた それを強く言い聞かせた
悲しくなるほど 自分に嘘ついた

「移り気」「無情」「自慢家」「傲慢」「辛抱強い愛情」
アジサイの花言葉らしい
さぁ僕は何を選ぼう

「すごい 魔法 みたい」夜は2人に朝を連れてくるだろう
「離れたくないよ」
「見てほら流れ星」聞こえないふりをした
2人だけの秘密の夜 また会えるさ
あの花の季節に

As I'm walking near the path...

Cycling, walking along a hill, With an abrupt realization
Hydrangeas were scattered lying on the ground.
You bashfully mentioned, 'There's some that are highly resilient, lasting til winter'.
Your voice, slightly embarrassed.

Approaching darkness, my gaze fixed upon your profile, I panicked as our eyes almost met,
"Take my hand," it was a split-second proposal, Underneath the star-speckled sky, void of any cloud.

You pointed at the scintillating stars akin to a magic show, I held onto your hand tightly.
'This is our world,' you softly uttered, as you gestured at the lights.
Unbeknownst to us, the clock was steadily ticking.

Prolonged sunny days are bound to reoccur, the stars are visible whenever, you said.
The lukewarm rain is somewhat reminiscent.
Its significance lies in us observing it together, I comprehend that,
Yet, I merely yearn to establish it as a norm.

I'm glad that we strayed from our usual way back,
For I knew that our time was running thin.

I never would have fathomed that caring could be so disconcerting, Nor the thought of our separation,
I perceived it as something beautiful, I vehemently repeated this notion to myself.
I had deceived myself to the point of sorrow.

Fickleness, heartlessness, self-importance, arrogance, and patient love:
These are apparently the meanings behind hydrangeas.
Which shall I choose now?

'It's like magic,' the night embarks on bringing us the morning.
'I don't want to let go.'
'Look, a shooting star' I pretended not to hear,
Our secret, just between us, we shall cross paths again,
When the season of those flowers blooms once more.