Anime: Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de
Aru: Yuusha no Shou
結城友奈は勇者である -勇者の章-
Artist: Kana Hanazawa
Album: Yuki Yuna wa Yuusha de Aru
Character Songs
Romaji:
hikari no umi o koete
hane o yasumeru tori tachi
madobe saezuri omoide banashi
suru
sukoshi wasurekaketeta
kini mo tomenai futsū no koto ga
ima natsukashī
nichijō ga kiba o muki honshō
arawasu
toritatete tokubetsu janakatta
hazu na no ni naze
watashi
taiyō no kageri amefuri nureru
suna o
imeiji no izumi ni ukabeteru
akogare
sukāto no suso o rizumu no nami
ni nokkete
itsuka odotte mitai yume mite ī
kana
mata tsugi no tabi shitaku
sawagi hajimeru tori tachi
hitomi tsugi no mokuteki chiga
utsuru
dōka sono se ni nosete
koko kara tsuredashite hoshī kedo
koe todokanai
konna fū ni itsumo miageteru no
ni
aozora wa damatte kotaete sae
kurenaide mo
watashi
shinkirō no umi yurameku sango
shō o
shin kokyū no kage ni umidasu yo
sore kara
nami no oto kīte kutsu nanka mō
nugisutete
chiheisen to hashiru no yumemite
ī kana
watashi
taiyō no kageri amefuri nureru
suna o
imeiji no izumi ni ukabeteru
akogare
sukāto no suso o rizumu no nami
ni nokkete
itsuka odotte mitai yume mite ī
kana
Kanji:
光の海を越えて
羽を休める鳥たち
窓辺 さえずり 思い出話する
少し忘れかけてた
気にも留めない 普通のことが
いま懐かしい
日常が牙をむき 本性現す
とりたてて特別じゃなかったはずなのに なぜ
わたし
太陽の陰り 雨降り濡れる砂を
イメージの泉に浮かべてる
あこがれ
スカートの裾をリズムの波に乗っけて
いつか踊ってみたい 夢見ていいかな
また次の旅支度
騒ぎ始める鳥たち
瞳 次の目的地が映る
どうかその背に乗せて
ここから連れ出してほしいけど
声届かない
こんなふうにいつも 見上げてるのに
青空は黙って 答えてさえくれない でも
わたし
蜃気楼の海 揺らめく珊瑚礁を
深呼吸の陰に生み出すよ
それから
波の音聞いて 靴なんかもう脱ぎ捨てて
地平線と走るの 夢見ていいかな
わたし
太陽の陰り 雨降り濡れる砂を
イメージの泉に浮かべてる
あこがれ
スカートの裾をリズムの波に乗っけて
いつか踊ってみたい 夢見ていいかな
English:
Crossing the sea of light,
the birds rest their wings by the window,
and start chirping, talking about their past days.
These normal things that no one cares about,
things that I’ve started to forget,
have now become so dear.
Baring its fangs,
the ordinary everyday life shows its true form,
even though it shouldn’t be something special or worth mentioning.
Why?
Floating
on my fountain of imagination
are images of the sun hiding behind clouds,
and of the sands wet from rain.
The skirt
that I’ve always longed for, someday,
I want to try dancing to the rhythm of the waves while wearing it.
Is it okay for me to have dreams?
Noisily, the birds start to
prepare for another journey.
Reflected in their eyes is the image of their next destination.
I wish they would put me on their back,
and take me out of here,
but my voice just won’t reach them.
Just like now,
even though I’m always looking up at it,
the blue sky stays silent, never giving me any kind of answer.
However
in a deep breath,
I’m gonna bring the swaying coral reefs
under the sea of mirage into being.
And then,
while listening to sound of the waves, I’ll throw my shoes away,
and run along with the horizon. Is it okay for me to have dreams?
Floating on my fountain of imagination
are images of the sun hiding behind clouds, and of the sands wet from rain.
The skirt that I’ve always longed for,
someday, I want to try dancing to the rhythm of the waves while wearing it.
Is it okay for me to have dreams?
the birds rest their wings by the window,
and start chirping, talking about their past days.
These normal things that no one cares about,
things that I’ve started to forget,
have now become so dear.
Baring its fangs,
the ordinary everyday life shows its true form,
even though it shouldn’t be something special or worth mentioning.
Why?
Floating
on my fountain of imagination
are images of the sun hiding behind clouds,
and of the sands wet from rain.
The skirt
that I’ve always longed for, someday,
I want to try dancing to the rhythm of the waves while wearing it.
Is it okay for me to have dreams?
Noisily, the birds start to
prepare for another journey.
Reflected in their eyes is the image of their next destination.
I wish they would put me on their back,
and take me out of here,
but my voice just won’t reach them.
Just like now,
even though I’m always looking up at it,
the blue sky stays silent, never giving me any kind of answer.
However
in a deep breath,
I’m gonna bring the swaying coral reefs
under the sea of mirage into being.
And then,
while listening to sound of the waves, I’ll throw my shoes away,
and run along with the horizon. Is it okay for me to have dreams?
Floating on my fountain of imagination
are images of the sun hiding behind clouds, and of the sands wet from rain.
The skirt that I’ve always longed for,
someday, I want to try dancing to the rhythm of the waves while wearing it.
Is it okay for me to have dreams?
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