あれくん – diary 歌詞 ( Lyrics)

kore ha 、 hibi wo tura ne ta daiari-
tameiki ga ahu reru mainiti
naga re teku namida mo ame ni kon zi tte
si n de 　 kasu n de
sore demo

to kasu you na nuku mori wo
kokoro no naka 　 u ti a ke zu
zutto kaka e teru
are kara 、

kore ha 、 hibi ni yo ri so u daiari-
“ siawa se ” wo nega xtu ta anata he 。
「 uma ku ika nai koto 」 bakari ga kitto
zyama si te 　 kasa n de simau kara

to keru you na nuku mori wo
hana sa zu ni nigi risime te
zutto kaka e te ne 。

kore kara 、 zutto 。

yoru no sukima wo nu xtu te
yume no naka de obo re tara tte
happi- na eien wo nozo n de iru
soredake na no ni 、
kyou datte ame ni u ta re te
dokoka de dare ka ha na i te te
“ siawa se ” tte na n daro u
「 i kiru koto 」 no zimonzitou wo ku ri kae su

kore ha 、 guti wo kasa neru sinfoni-
kazaoto ni magi reru manimani
nouri ni omo i u kan da aidea sae mo
ita n de simaxtu te i ta n desu 。

omo u you ni ika naku tatte
nugu i ki re nai omo i de datte kitto
zikan to tomo ni wasu reru to omo xtu te ta noni

are kara 、

yoru no tobari wo nu xtu te
yume no naka de dea e tara
happi- na sekai wo ega i teru
soredake na no ni 、
honne zya nani mo i e naku te
itu made taxtu te mo ronri nesu
ka ki tuzu xtu ta daiari-
koko ni 、 ima siru su no
watasi no merankori-

This is a diary with a series of cracks
Every day is filled with sighs
Tears flowing down, mixed with the rain
Blurred and hazy
And yet

I feel the warmth that melts my heart
Inside my heart, I can't confide in you
I've been holding on to it
Since then...

This is a diary to cuddle up to the cracks.
To you who wished for happiness.
I'm sure that all the "things that don't work out"
That will get in the way and make you bulky.

Hold on to the melting warmth of my heart
Hold on to the warmth that melts in your hand
Hold on to it forever.

From now on, forever.

In the cracks of the night
I hope to drown in my dreams
I'm hoping for a happy eternity
That's all I want.
Today, too, I'm being drenched by the rain
Somewhere, someone is crying
What is "happiness"?
I keep asking myself the same question, "What is it to live?

This is a symphony of repeated complaints
as the wind blends in with the sound of the wind
Even the ideas that came to my mind
I had been damaged.

Even if things don't go the way I want them to
I was sure that even the memories I couldn't wipe away
I thought I would forget them with time.

Since then

I've been stitching up the night's curtains
If I meet you in my dreams
I'd paint a picture of a happy world
That's all there is to it.
I can't really say anything
Lonelyness is always there
The diary that I wrote down
I'm writing it down now
My melancholy