遠ざかる記憶の倉庫に残された 書きかけの言葉
始まったばかりの人生は
思うように上手くいかず 刻々と変化する
状況 選択 行動
少しずつ なんとなく 答えを
手に取ることの出来ないものを
数字にすることの出来ないものを
後悔ではなく 理解しようと
迷い 辿り着くのなら
あの声が 今も胸を突き刺すけど (いつか)
この意思は 過去の灰を掻き分けて行く (明日へ)
新たな言葉で記憶をなぞれば
声が 今も胸を突き刺すけど (いつか)
この意思は 過去の灰を掻き分けて行く (明日へ)
あの声が聞こえるから この意思は生き続ける
Toozakarukiokunosoukoninokosareta kakikakenokotoba
Hajimattabakarinojinseiwa
Omouyouniumakuikazu kokukokutohenkasuru
Joukyou sentaku koudou
Sukoshizutsu nantonaku kotaewo
Tenitorukotonodekinaimonowo
Suujinisurukotonodekinaimonowo
Koukaidewanaku rikaishiyouto
Mayoi tadoritsukunonara
Anokoega imamomunewotsukisasukedo (Itsuka)
Konoishiwa kakonohaiwokakiwaketeiku (Asue)
Aratanakotobadekiokuwonazoreba
Koega imamomunewotsukisasukedo (Itsuka)
Konoishiwa kakonohaiwokakiwaketeiku (Asue)
Anokoegakikoerukara konoishiwaikitsuzukeru
The half-finished word was left in the warehouse of the memory of going away.
Life of just start doesn't go right, and changing every hour.
Situation, selection, and action. Somehow I look for the answer and little by little.
I don't regret the thing that it isn`t possible to take, and the thing that it is not possible to display by figure but try to understand.
And if I reach it...
That voice thrusts the chest still now, but this intention elbow one's way through an ash of past someday.
To tomorrow.
If I trace the memory with a new word, the voice thrusts the chest still now, but this intention elbow one's way through an ash of past someday.
To tomorrow. This intention keeps alive because I hear that voice.
始まったばかりの人生は
思うように上手くいかず 刻々と変化する
状況 選択 行動
少しずつ なんとなく 答えを
手に取ることの出来ないものを
数字にすることの出来ないものを
後悔ではなく 理解しようと
迷い 辿り着くのなら
あの声が 今も胸を突き刺すけど (いつか)
この意思は 過去の灰を掻き分けて行く (明日へ)
新たな言葉で記憶をなぞれば
声が 今も胸を突き刺すけど (いつか)
この意思は 過去の灰を掻き分けて行く (明日へ)
あの声が聞こえるから この意思は生き続ける
Toozakarukiokunosoukoninokosareta kakikakenokotoba
Hajimattabakarinojinseiwa
Omouyouniumakuikazu kokukokutohenkasuru
Joukyou sentaku koudou
Sukoshizutsu nantonaku kotaewo
Tenitorukotonodekinaimonowo
Suujinisurukotonodekinaimonowo
Koukaidewanaku rikaishiyouto
Mayoi tadoritsukunonara
Anokoega imamomunewotsukisasukedo (Itsuka)
Konoishiwa kakonohaiwokakiwaketeiku (Asue)
Aratanakotobadekiokuwonazoreba
Koega imamomunewotsukisasukedo (Itsuka)
Konoishiwa kakonohaiwokakiwaketeiku (Asue)
Anokoegakikoerukara konoishiwaikitsuzukeru
The half-finished word was left in the warehouse of the memory of going away.
Life of just start doesn't go right, and changing every hour.
Situation, selection, and action. Somehow I look for the answer and little by little.
I don't regret the thing that it isn`t possible to take, and the thing that it is not possible to display by figure but try to understand.
And if I reach it...
That voice thrusts the chest still now, but this intention elbow one's way through an ash of past someday.
To tomorrow.
If I trace the memory with a new word, the voice thrusts the chest still now, but this intention elbow one's way through an ash of past someday.
To tomorrow. This intention keeps alive because I hear that voice.