《誰か、海を。EP》
白昼夢
Lyricist：Aimerrhythm
Composer：飛内将大 (Tobinai Masahiro)
Arranger：飛内将大・玉井健二 (Tobinai Masahiro・Tamai Kenji)
Singer：Aimer
Official Video： • Hakuchumu
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English Translation:
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Japanese Lyrics:
夏の日射し 枯れた花は
通り雨を待っていた
今は少し同じ気持ち
流れ雲を眺めてた
泣かない
声にすれば 全て消えてしまう気がしてた
だけど 気づけば 泣いていた
少しだけ 少しだけ
真昼の白い夢に堕ちてみたかった
繰り返し 手を伸ばし
迷子の子供のように声を張りあげた
風の消えた午後
燃え盛る太陽
アサルムの呟き 聞いてほしい
陽炎だけが揺れている
夏の日差し 夢の光
眩しすぎて目を閉じた
想いだけで 咲いた花は
枯れることを知っていた
泣けない
涙さえも 枯れた海の底で 涸れていく
だけど 心は 泣いていた
一度だけ 一度だけ
最後の言葉の意味 聞いてみたかった
あと少し もう少し
真昼の白い夢に抱かれてたかった
晴れた空の向こう
浮かび出す残像
優しかった貴方が語りかける
思い出だけが嘘をつく
少しだけ 少しだけ
真昼の白い夢に堕ちてみたかった
繰り返し 手を伸ばし
迷子の子供のように声を張りあげた
風も消えた午後
遠くなる残響
ヒグラシの囁き 聞こえなくて
陽炎だけが揺れている
English Lyrics :
In rays of summer sunlight, a wilting flower,
Was waiting for the rain to pass by.
And right now, I feel quite the same,
As I watch the clouds passing overhead.
I won’t cry,
Though I feel like if I put it into words, everything would vanish…
… but by the time I noticed, I was already crying.
Even for just a moment, just the slightest bit,
I wanted to fall into that white, midday dream.
Over and over again, I reached out my hand,
Raising my voice like a lost child.
On an afternoon missing even the wind,
The sun is in full burn,
And the wild ginger begs for its whispers to be heard.
The shimmering haze of heat is the only thing even moving an inch.
In rays of summer sunlight, the light of that dream,
Was so bright I had to close my eyes.
And that flower, bloomed of memories,
Knew that it was bound to die.
I can’t cry,
Even my tears are drying at the bottom of a parched sea…
… but my heart was crying nonetheless.
Just once, just one time,
I wanted to ask the meaning of those last words.
Just a little more, just a little longer,
I wanted to keep being held by that white, midday dream.
On the other side of this clear sky,
An afterimage alights,
And your old, kind self speaks to me.
Only my memories are telling me lies.
Even for just a moment, just the slightest bit,
I wanted to fall into that white, midday dream.
Over and over again, I reached out my hand,
Raising my voice like a lost child.
On an afternoon missing even the wind,
The echoes become even more distant,
And I can’t hear the chatter of the cicadas.
The shimmering haze of heat is the only thing even moving an inch.
7 сен 2024
