梟 ~ Plastic Tree

「梟」
Plastic Tree

これは多分、恋愛療法。
副作用はいまだ抜けず、
歌にしてみたら5分くらいの麻酔がかかった。
君とじゃない口づけをした。横目で見ていた小さな月。
いちばん遠いもの、ただ想う。

恋煩い。胸に残った君の声、忘れ物です。
眠れない僕の夜はどこつながるんだろう?
星のない夜空へメール、エレクトリックな魔法送って、

青醒めて影。色違いは圏外。出会えるのなら、まほろば―。

ざわめく胸を羽ばたいた。光を忘れながら。
暗闇。君に触れそうな夢見せてよ、梟。
泣いてる片目閉ざした。
記憶の舞台裏でこぼれた涙支払って未来を覗いたら、
恋しくて、愛しくて、切なくて、苦しくて、悲しくって、
見えなくてまばたきをした瞬間、いま刹那スローモーション―。
逢いたくて、逢えなくて、追いかけて触れてみたその花は、
ずぶ濡れて、幻。

恋焦がれ、不意に笑った。
ひとりよがり。壊れた船。
沈んだら、僕も夜とおんなじ温度になった。
訂正の文字だらけで言葉のロジックは解けないままだ。

さかしまな想い。うずまく心模様。巡り逢えれば微睡み―。

軋めく胸が哭き出して、こゝろが壊れるから、
暗闇。君をつれさった夢映して、梟。
いびつに瞼おろして記憶を閉じ込めたら、
散らばる羽根の残像がいくつも宙を舞う。
キスをして、キズつけて、絡まって、重なって、堕ちていって、
永遠を過ぎてってその瞬間、いま刹那アイソレーション―。
何処までも何処へでも君を想い、散らかしたこの花も、
泣き濡れて、陽炎。

最終形の感情論で君に伝えたい事があります。
僕らはみんな誰かよりもちょっとだけ幸せになりたいの。
記憶が息を引き取ってってなくなってく愛の実感が、
いまや消滅してるあの星の光にもよく似ていて心細く、
送らないメールを書いた儀式も今日を最後に止めにします。
―で、僕、君、知らなくなる。

「フラ フラ 歩いたら ユラ ユラ 揺らめいて
― キラ キミ 煌いてさ」

ざわめく胸を羽ばたいた。光を忘れながら。
暗闇。君に触れそうな夢見せてよ、梟。
泣いてる片目閉ざした。
記憶の舞台裏に散らばる羽根の残像が、いくつも宙を舞う。
さざめく胸を飛び立った。光を隠しながら。
何度も夜、横切って未来を探してる。
恋しくて、愛しくて、切なくて、苦しくて、悲しくって、
見えなくてまばたきをした瞬間、いま刹那スローモーション―。
逢いたくて、逢えなくて、追いかけて触れていたあの君が、
ずぶ濡れて、幻。

‘Fukurou’ {‘Owl’}
by Plastic Tree

This is probably the remedy for love,
The side effects haven’t left yet,
but when I tried making it into a song, I felt about 5 minutes of anesthesia,
I kissed someone who wasn’t you, cast a sideways glance at the small moon,
I only think of the things that are furthest from me,

Lovesickness. Your voice that remains in my chest is something you’ve forgotten,*
Where do my sleepless nights connect?
Texting to a starless night sky, sending electronic magic,

A paling shadow. A colour difference is out of bounds. If we could meet there, it’d be paradise–**

I flew free of my clamoring chest while forgetting the light,
Darkness. Owl, show me a dream where I can be in touch in with you,
I closed my one crying eye,
Paying with tears that spilled backstage of my memories, if I peek at the future it’s
beloved, pitiful, heartbreaking, painful, and sad,
Unable to see, the instant I blinked this moment was in slow motion–
I want to see you but I can’t, that flower I chased after and tried to touch,
was dripping-wet, an illusion,

Yearning, I unexpectedly smiled,
Satisfied alone. A broken ship.
Once it sank, I became the same temperature as the night,
Full of correction marks, the logic of my words is still unsolved,

Inverted feelings. A swirling heart pattern. If we can run into each other again, doze off–

My grating chest weeps because my Heart is broken,
Darkness. Owl, display a dream where I took you away with me,
Elliptically lowering my eyelids, if I lock up my memories
afterimages of countless scattering feathers dance in the air,
Kissing, getting hurt, becoming entangled, piling up, crashing down,
That second we were passing eternity, this moment is in isolation—
No matter how far or where to, I’ll think of you, this scattered flower is also
wet with tears, a shimmer of heat,

As my final emotional discourse, there’s something I want to tell you,
We all want to be just a little bit happier than everyone else,
My memories are breathing their last, the disappearing feeling of true love
closely resembles the forlorn, now vanishing light of that star,
Today will also be the last time I stop this ritual of writing mail I won’t send,
— then, I won’t know me, you

“If I walk unsteadily, swaying to and fro
— you sparkle, glittering”

I flew free of my clamoring chest while forgetting the light,
Darkness. Owl, show me a dream where I can be in touch in with you,
I closed my one crying eye,
Afterimages of the countless feathers that scatter backstage of my memories dance in the air,
I flew free of my clamoring chest while hiding the light,
Traversing the night over and over, I’m searching for the future,
Beloved, pitiful, heartbreaking, painful, and sad,
Unable to see, the instant I blinked this moment was in slow motion–
I want to see you but I can’t, that you I chased after and used to be in touch with,
is dripping-wet, an illusion

* This is meant in the sense of a lost article that’s been accidentally left behind/forgotten.
** The word used here isn’t “paradise”, but one that means a spiritual center/home, or a splendid place.

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