歌手: 常闇トワ
配信/発売日:2023/07/24
作詞:ゆよゆっぺ
作曲:ゆよゆっぺ
生まれた赤い花
只、孤独にゆらゆら
解答の無い儘
弁明は脆く 愚かな結末
磔にされた心は泣いてる
両手から落ちるこの滴が
貴方には見えていないのでしょう
なら此処まで
悲しい声に、コトバに、追いやられて
俯いたまま微笑む赤い花
深く根を張る痛みが贖罪なら
解り合えない
ずっとこのまま
変わらない定め真理は不条理
剥き出しされた感覚の違い
ありふれた”言葉”を振りかざす
貴方には見えていないのでしょう
もう消えない傷
風の吹く夜に
散ってしまう花の色を
貴方は知ることもきっと無いのでしょう
底の底まで堕ちたら
黒い景色
俯いたまま泣いてた赤い花
朽ちていく心の中まだ願ってる
ありのまま生きていたいと
悲しい声に、コトバに、追いやられて
俯いたまま散りゆくアネモネ
深く根を張る痛みが消えなくても
もがき続ける
何度だって
淡い想いに
手を伸ばして
u mare ta aka i hana
tada 、 kodoku ni yurayura
kaitou no na i mama
benmei ha moro ku oro ka na ketumatu
harituke ni sa re ta kokoro ha na i teru
ryoute kara o tiru kono sizuku ga
anata ni ha mi e te i nai no desyo u
nara koko made
kana sii koe ni 、 kotoba ni 、 o iyara re te
utumu i ta mama hohoe mu aka i hana
huka ku ne wo ha ru ita mi ga syokuzai nara
waka ri a e nai
zutto konomama
ka wara nai sada me sinri ha huzyouri
mu ki da si sa re ta kankaku no tiga i
arihure ta " kotoba " wo hu rikazasu
anata ni ha mi e te i nai no desyo u
mou ki e nai kizu
huu no hu ku yoru ni
ti xtu te simau hana no iro wo
anata ha si ru koto mo kitto na i no desyo u
soko no soko made o ti tara
kuro i kesiki
utumu i ta mama na i te ta aka i hana
ku ti te iku kokoro no naka mada nega xtu teru
arinomama i ki te itai to
kana sii koe ni 、 kotoba ni 、 o iyara re te
utumu i ta mama ti ri yuku anemone
huka ku ne wo ha ru ita mi ga ki e naku te mo
mogaki tuzu keru
nando datte
awa i omo i ni
te wo no basi te
Raw safflower
Just, swinging alone
Without an answer
An excuse is a brittle and stupid ending.
The crucified heart is crying
This drop from both hands
You don't look like it, do you
So that's it.
Be cornered by sad voices and voices.
Red flowers with low heads and smiles.
If deeply rooted pain is atonement
Can't understand each other
Always like this
The unchangeable established truth is absurd.
The difference in the feeling of being peeled off
Waving the usual "language"
You don't look like it, do you
A wound that won't disappear again
On a windy night
Put the color of the withered flowers
You don't know, do you?
If you fall to the bottom,
Black scenery
Red flowers crying with their heads down.
There is hope in the decaying heart.
Want to live truly
Be cornered by sad voices and voices.
Scattered madder with low head
Even if the deep-rooted pain has not gone away
Continue to struggle
No matter how many times
A faint yearning
Hold out your hand.