Anime: Heaven's Memo Pad 神様のメモ帳
(Kamisama no Memochou)
Artist: Kenichi Suzumura
Type: Second Ending
Romaji:
rojiura ni wa kurai kurai
tomori
soko ni tsudou
hamushitachi no you
mogaku bokura wa crying
crying tomo ni
himeta omoi o
kusuburasete'runda
"nani o surebaii"
sore ga wakaranai
mugen no imi osorete'ru
shibire kirashita ryou no
ashi ga
tachiagare to segandeiru
subete sadame da nante
kami no rakigaki da
marumete suteru sa
tatta hitotsu no saeta
yarikata itsumo mune ni daite
yoake niramitsukeru yo
tamamushiiro shita mirai
no hanashi
kijou no kuuron subarashii SHIMYUREESHON
SUNIIKAA no himo musunde saa
keikaku-doori mazu wa kao
agerunda
ASUFARUTO tataku musuu no
ashioto
hitotsu hitotsu ni imi ga
aru
koko ni iru wake
sagashimotomete
kuchibue fuite aruite'ku
hakoniwa no soto ni iru
nozokimi no kami ni aeta to shitara
hirateuchi ippatsu kurai
wa kamashite mitai yo ne
na mo naki hana wa au
e umarekawaru tame
yume kara sameru
hokoritakaku nobiyuku
sugata bokura shitte'runda yo
umareochita nazo wa subete
owaru toki
tokeru to shinjite
tatta hitotsu no saeta
yarikata kami o azamukunda
ima o ikinuku no sa
Kanji:
路地裏には 暗い暗い灯り
そこに集う羽虫たちの様
もがく僕らは crying
crying 共に
秘めた思いをくすぶらせてるんだ
「何をすればいい」
それがわからない
無限の意味恐れてる
しびれ切らした 両の足が
立ち上がれとせがんでいる
すべて運命だなんて神の落書きだ 丸めて捨てるさ
たったひとつの冴えたやり方 いつも胸に抱いて
夜明け 睨みつけるよ
玉虫色した未来の話
机上の空論 素晴らしいシミュレーション
スニーカーのひも 結んでさあ
計画通りまずは顔上げるんだ
アスファルト叩く無数の足音
一つ一つに意味がある
ここにいる理由 探し求めて
くちぶえ吹いて歩いていく
箱庭の外にいる のぞき見の神に 会えたとしたら
平手打ち一発くらいは かましてみたいよね
名もなき花は明日へ 生まれ変わるため
夢から覚める
誇り高く伸びゆく姿 僕ら知ってるんだよ
生まれ落ちた謎はすべて終わる時 解けると信じて
たったひとつの冴えたやり方 神を欺くんだ
今を生き抜くのさ
English:
Similar to the gathering
small flying insects
that gather around a dim
light in the back alley,
we, struggling, are crying
and crying together.
We are reviving the
thoughts we've tucked away.
"What should I
do?"
I do not know.
I am fearful of the
meaning of "infinity".
My two legs, having grown
impatient of waiting,
are urging me to stand up.
That "everything is
fate" is only the God's graffiti;
I'll roll it into a ball
and throw it away.
Holding to my heart the
single clear way to do things,
I fix my gaze on the
daybreak.
Iridescent talks about the
future
are merely empty theories
and lovely simulations.
Tie your sneakers'
shoelaces,
and, like the plan says,
let's first lift our heads.
There are countless
footsteps on the asphalt surface,
and each one of them has
its own meaning.
Searching for my reason of
being here,
I whistle and walk on.
If I had met the God
peeping from outside my small garden,
I'd want to at least try
to give him a slap across his face.
I awake from my dream,
so that the nameless
flowers may be reborn.
We are already familiar
with the majestic look of their growth.
I believe that the riddle
of our being born
will be solved when
everything comes to an end.
There's only one sure way
to do it: we must deceive God,
and live through the
present.
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