季節は次々死んでいく
amazarashi Lyrics

季節は次々死んでいく　絶命の声が風になる
The seasons die one after another, and the sounds of their last breaths become the wind

色めく街の　酔えない男　月を見上げるのはここじゃ無粋
The sober man in this vibrant city feels out of place looking up at the moon

泥に足もつれる生活に　雨はアルコールの味がした
In a life where even the mud sticks to his feet, the rain tastes like alcohol

アパシーな目で　彷徨う街で　挙動不審のイノセント　駅前にて
An innocent with erratic behavior wanders through the apathetic town, standing in front of the station

僕が僕と呼ぶには不確かな　半透明な影が生きてる風だ
The half-transparent shadow that lives is uncertainly what I call myself

雨に歌えば　雲は割れるか　賑やかな夏の干涸びた命だ
If I sing in the rain, will the clouds part? It's the dried-up life of a lively summer

拝啓　忌まわしき過去に告ぐ　絶縁の詩
Dear past that I detest, this is a poem of disconnection I tell you

最低な日々の　最悪な夢の　残骸を捨てては行けず　ここで息絶えようと
Unable to abandon the remnants of my worst dreams in the worst days, I will die here

後世　花は咲き君に伝う　変遷の詩
The flowers will bloom in the future and tell you my song of change

苦悩にまみれて　嘆き悲しみ　それでも途絶えぬ歌に　陽は射さずとも
Even if the sun does not shine on the song that persists through sorrow and lamentation

明日は次々死んで行く　急いても追いつけず過去になる
Tomorrow dies one after another, and even if I hurry, it becomes the past before I catch up

生き急げ僕ら　灯る火はせつな　生きる意味などは後からつく
Let's live quickly, even though the flickering flame is poignant; the meaning of living comes later

君が君でいるには不確かな　不安定な自我が　君を嫌おうと
The uncertain and unstable sense of self is what makes you who you are, even if it hates you

せめて歌えば　闇は晴れるか　根腐れた夢に預かった命だ
If I sing at least, will the darkness clear? It's the life entrusted to a rotten dream

疲れた顔に足を引きずって　照り返す夕日に顔をしかめて
Dragging my feet on my tired face, I grimace at the setting sun shining on me

行こうか　戻ろうか　悩みはするけど　しばらくすれば　歩き出す背中
Should I go or should I turn back? I'm undecided, but after a while, my back will start walking

そうだ行かねばならぬ　何はなくとも生きて行くのだ
That's right, I must go. No matter what, I'll keep on living

僕らは　どうせ拾った命だ　ここに置いてくよ　なけなしの
After all, we picked up this life, leaving behind what little we have here

拝啓　今は亡き過去を想う　望郷の詩
Dear past that is now gone, this is a poem of longing for home that I think of

最低な日々が　最悪な夢が　始まりだったと思えば　随分遠くだ
If I think that the worst of dreams began on the worst days, it seems so far away

どうせ花は散り　輪廻の輪に還る命
After all, the flowers will wither, and life returns to the cycle of rebirth

苦悩にまみれて　嘆き悲しみ　それでも途絶えぬ歌に　陽は射さずとも
Even if the sun does not shine on the song that persists through sorrow and lamentation

季節は次々生き返る
The seasons are born one after another