Tsumabiku Hitori ツマビクヒトリ

Anime: The Devil Is a Part-Timer! はたらく魔王さま! 
             (Hataraku Maō-sama)

Artist: Nano.Ripe

Type: Third Ending

Romaji:

Tsumabiku yubisaki wa kaketa tsuki no you

chiri yuku hibi no saki terasu kasukana akari
Tsumetaku narihibiki nochi nokoru oto ni

amaneku shimikonde ku yoru no tsudzuki

Tsuki e to mukau michi awai nioi kebutta shikai no sumi
Tanjun nante iukara machigatta atashi wa naiteita?

Akogareta sora wa kaitairo to dokoka chotto chigau yōna
Yugande iru butai o se ni tachisukumu mama
Kigatsukeba haruka tooi tokoro made kite shimatta
Tatta hitori de

Zawameku kari Some no Kokoro sono ura de tanabiku kako 
ima mirai tsukazuhanarezu

Hakidasu you ni utau nigai omoi agatta tōriame
Tanjun datte iu no ni utagatta atashi wa naiteita

Umi ni nita koe ga koboreochita shijima ni hibiku yōni
Miminari ni fusaida te wa hanasenai mama
Mioroseba haruka takai tokoro made kite shimatta
Tatta hitori de nani mo motanaide

Tsumabiku yubisaki to kaketa tsuki moyō 

chiri yuku hibi ni tsugu owari to hajimari
Kirameku kotonoha ni nori ukabu oto wa 
yurameku kioku o tsure mitō no sekai e

Akogareta sora wa kaita iro to doko ka chotto chigaukedo
Fusaida te o hanashitanara sashinoberu mama
Tsukamezu ni kieta so no subete de atashi ni naru to iu
Tatta hitori no tada hitori no

Kanji:

つま弾く指先は欠けた月のよう　散りゆく日々の先照らす微かな灯

冷たく鳴り響きのち残る音に　あまねく染み込んでく夜の続き

月へと向かう道　淡い匂い　けぶった視界の隅

単純なんて言うから間違った　あたしは泣いていた？

憧れた空は描いた色とどこかちょっと違うような

歪んでいる舞台を背に立ちすくむまま

気が付けば遥か遠いところまで来てしまった

たったヒトリで

ざわめくかりそめのココロその裏で　たなびく過去　今　未来　付かず離れず

吐き出すように歌う　苦い思い　上がった通り雨

単純だって言うのに疑った　あたしは泣いていた

海に似た声がこぼれ落ちた静寂に響くように

耳鳴りに塞いだ手は離せないまま

見下ろせば遥か高いところまで来てしまった

たったヒトリで何も持たないで

つま弾く指先と欠けた月模様　散りゆく日々に告ぐ終わりと始まり

煌めく言の葉に乗り浮かぶ音は　揺らめくキオクを連れ未踏の世界へ

憧れた空は描いた色とどこかちょっと違うけど

塞いだ手を離したなら差し伸べるまま

掴めずに消えたそのすべてであたしになるという

たったヒトリの　ただヒトリの


English:

The strumming fingertips are like the waning moon, an indistinct flame illuminating the path beyond these scattered days.

In the sound that remains after the cold echoes disappear, 

the night continues, permeating far and wide.

A road leading to the moon, a faint scent, a corner of my hazy field of view...

I got it wrong because they say that it's a simple thing - I was crying?

The color that I painted is a little different from the sky I wished for, somehow.

With the distorted stage at my back, I was paralyzed, unable to move,

And next thing I knew, I'd come to a distant, faraway place,

All alone.

On the underside of my restless, insignificant heart, past, 

present, and future linger a distance away, but never far.

I sing as though spitting out - bitter feelings, a brief passing rain.

They that it's a simple thing, but I doubted it - I was crying.

A voice like the sea spilled out, echoing through the silence.

With my hands covering my ears from the ringing, unable to pull away,

I looked down, and I'd come to a distant, elevated place,

All alone, carrying nothing.

Strumming fingertips and the sight of the waning moon, 

announcing to the scattered days the end and the beginning.

The sound that surfaces, riding on glittering words, 

takes the quivering memories to an unexplored world.

The color that I painted is a little different from the sky I wished for,

But then I uncovered my ears and stretched out my hands.

Every single thing that disappeared beyond my reach 

has let me become who I am,

All alone, the only one of me.

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