Текст и перевод песни みとせのりこ - キネマモザイク〜薔薇の筆跡〜

キネマモザイク〜薔薇の筆跡〜

心はモザイク 世界は万華鏡
瞬きの間(はざま) 戀は映シ画の幻燈遊戯

七色に煌く欠片を指で
辿れば胸裏に浮かぶは惑い

玻璃窓に紗(うつ)した空は? に染みて
華と咲き誇れる春に 刹那の刻(とき)を競え

触れた指に微かに滲む 甘やかな痛み

心はさかしまに映る鏡像
言葉は消えるだけ 夢は果敢なき銀塩の虚像

しめやかにたゆとう春薔薇の名残
重ねたペイジの奥 深紅の筆跡

愛しき季節は足早に移ろいて
愁いに響くは懐かしき旋律(しらべ)

嗚呼、馨しい 花咲くあの日々よ
風薫る野辺優し 遠い日の思ひ出

秘めしこの奥津城に刻んだ俤(おもかげ)

この世はモザイク 想いは映写機械(キネトスコォプ)
廻る歯車の音 時代(とき)は短き幻燈遊戯

心はモザイク 世界は万華鏡
瞬きの間 戀は映シ画の幻燈遊戯

七色に煌く欠片を指で
辿れば胸裏に浮かぶは惑い

玻璃窓に紗した空は? に染みて
華と咲き誇れる春に 刹那の刻を競え

触れた指に微かに滲む 甘やかな痛み

心はさかしまに映る鏡像
言葉は消えるだけ 夢は果敢なき銀塩の虚像

しめやかにたゆとう春薔薇の名残
重ねたペイジの奥 深紅の筆跡

愛しき季節は足早に移ろいて
愁いに響くは懐かしき旋律

嗚呼、馨しい 花咲くあの日々よ
風薫る野辺優し 遠い日の思ひ出

秘めしこの奥津城に刻んだ俤

この世はモザイク 想いは映写機械
廻る歯車の音 時代は短き幻燈遊戯

Kinema Mosaic ~ Rosy Penmanship ~

My heart's a mosaic, the world a kaleidoscope
In the blink of an eye, love is a cinematic phantasmagoria

I trace the shimmering shards with my fingertip
And in my heart, confusion stirs

The sky beyond the glass window, fading into twilight?
Blossoming flowers in the spring, competing in the ephemeral moment

A sweet pain faintly stains the fingers I touch

My heart's a mirror image, reflecting in reverse
My words vanish into thin air, my dreams mere phantoms in silver halide

The lingering fragrance of spring roses sways softly
In the depths of stacked pages, crimson penmanship

The beloved season transforms in a fleeting moment
Amidst the melancholy, a familiar melody resonates

Ah, the fragrant days when flowers bloomed
Fields caressed by the fragrant breeze, memories of days long past

In the depths of this hidden fortress, your visage is enshrined

This world's a mosaic, my thoughts a cinematograph
The whirring of gears, the era a brief cinematic phantasmagoria

My heart's a mosaic, the world a kaleidoscope
In the blink of an eye, love is a cinematic phantasmagoria

I trace the shimmering shards with my fingertip
And in my heart, confusion stirs

The sky beyond the glass window, fading into twilight?
Blossoming flowers in the spring, competing in the ephemeral moment

A sweet pain faintly stains the fingers I touch

My heart's a mirror image, reflecting in reverse
My words vanish into thin air, my dreams mere phantoms in silver halide

The lingering fragrance of spring roses sways softly
In the depths of stacked pages, crimson penmanship

The beloved season transforms in a fleeting moment
Amidst the melancholy, a familiar melody resonates

Ah, the fragrant days when flowers bloomed
Fields caressed by the fragrant breeze, memories of days long past

In the depths of this hidden fortress, your visage is enshrined

This world's a mosaic, my thoughts a cinematograph
The whirring of gears, the era a brief cinematic phantasmagoria