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虚無

さっきまで躊躇してたのに
触れた程度で 揺れるココロ "愛"なんてばかばかしい
一つ経験が増えるたびに
「こんなはずじゃ」と悔やんだけど 染み付いて癖になる
全て委ねては知った もろい現実
撫でられても 重なっても
アタシはアタシしか信じない
なぞる歩道 曲がり角で 今夜誰かとフォークダンス
ぶらり さまよう街 孤独の歌をくちずさむ
擦れてないよ 綺麗すぎた 母ゆずりの名前さえも 忘れたのよ
帰る場所などないから ヒトリデイイ
纏った毛並みを整えて
甘い声と揺らす尻尾で 誘うのは"ヒマつぶし"
また一つ 嘘が増えた夜は
罪の意識と口答えを カクテルにして飲み干す
等しく持って生まれたはずの未来図
恨んでも 恨んでも
アタシはアタシでしかないから
雷雨に打たれ 排気にまみれ 見つけたアタシのスタンス
つたう雨粒が 涙をそっと紛らわす
アタシが今消えたとしても きっと誰も気づかないわ
いつかはどうせ一人になるんだし キラクデイイ
何度も繰り返した 悲劇のピリオド
少しずつ ひび割れたココロ
撒き散らす破片 そう、守るため 傷つくのはもう 辛いじゃない
誰ヒトリ これ以上 アタシのテリトリー越えないで
なぞる歩道 曲がり角で 通りすがりのフォークダンス
まぶしすぎる太陽 背を向け 今日も歩き出す
ガラスの靴 辿り いつか王子様が迎えに来ても
遅すぎたわ あいにくね アタシはもう ヒトリデイイ

Emptiness

I was just hesitating a moment ago,
but with a single touch, my heart wavers. "Love" is so ridiculous.
With each experience I gain,
I regret it, thinking "This wasn't supposed to happen," yet it becomes an ingrained habit.
Entrusting everything, I learned the fragile reality.
Even if I'm caressed, even if we're intertwined,
I only believe in myself.
Tracing the sidewalk, at the corner, tonight I'll folk dance with someone.
Wandering the city, humming a song of solitude.
I'm not worn down, I was too pure. I've even forgotten my mother's name.
I have no place to return to, so being alone is fine.
Smoothing my fur,
with a sweet voice and a swaying tail, I lure you in, it's just "killing time."
On another night where one more lie is added,
I'll mix a cocktail of guilt and defiance and drink it down.
The future that we were all born with equally,
Even if I resent it, even if I resent it,
I am only myself.
Battered by thunderstorms, covered in exhaust fumes, I found my stance.
The trickling raindrops gently mask my tears.
Even if I disappeared now, I'm sure no one would notice.
Someday I'll be alone anyway, so being relaxed is fine.
The period of a tragedy repeated over and over,
my heart gradually cracked.
Scattering the fragments, yes, to protect myself. Being hurt anymore is painful, isn't it?
Don't let anyone, anyone at all, cross my territory.
Tracing the sidewalk, at the corner, a passing folk dance.
Turning my back to the dazzling sun, I start walking again today.
Following the glass slipper, someday even if a prince comes to greet me,
it's too late. Unfortunately, I'm already fine being alone.