混沌
ああ騒がしい蟲の声に
起こされて辺りを見渡せば
少しずつ思い出す
朽ちた様な 枯れた様な
幾歳の時の中を
さまよって扉を探しても
手の平に触れるものは
霧の様な雲の様な
揺れて心も今に溶けて
塵の一つに薄れても
彼方に見えた薄く白い光り
求め再び交わる何時の日か
永遠の闇の中を
さまよって記憶を辿っても
手の平に浮かぶ物は
赤の様な黒の様な
揺れて心も今に溶けて
塵の一つに薄れても
彼方に見えた薄く白い光り
求め再び交わる何時の日か
せめて形も影も消えて
時代の埃に変わっても
この世に生を受けた命の
意味をそっと教えて下さい
ああ騒がしい蟲の声に
起こされて辺りを見渡せば
少しずつ思い出す
朽ちた様な 枯れた様な
ああ騒がしい蟲の声に
起こされて辺りを見渡せば
少しずつ思い出す
朽ちた様な 枯れた様な
幾歳の時の中を
さまよって扉を探しても
手の平に触れるものは
霧の様な雲の様な
揺れて心も今に溶けて
塵の一つに薄れても
彼方に見えた薄く白い光り
求め再び交わる何時の日か
永遠の闇の中を
さまよって記憶を辿っても
手の平に浮かぶ物は
赤の様な黒の様な
揺れて心も今に溶けて
塵の一つに薄れても
彼方に見えた薄く白い光り
求め再び交わる何時の日か
せめて形も影も消えて
時代の埃に変わっても
この世に生を受けた命の
意味をそっと教えて下さい
ああ騒がしい蟲の声に
起こされて辺りを見渡せば
少しずつ思い出す
朽ちた様な 枯れた様な
Chaos
Ah, awoken by the voices of noisy insects
If I look all around me
I start to remember little by little
Like it rotted away, like it withered
Within a time of several years
I wander in search of a door
The things I touch in the palm of my hand
Are like mist, like clouds
Even my swaying heart is dissolving now
Fading to a single speck of dirt
I want the pale white light I saw in the distance
When will be the day I meet with it again?
Within an eternal darkness
I wander in pursuit of memories
The things floating in the palm of my hands
Are like red, like black
Even my swaying heart is dissolving now
Fading to a single speck of dirt
The pale white light I saw in the distance
I want to meet with it again
At least the forms and shadows are disappearing
Turning to the dust of their era
Please secretly tell me the meaning
Of having been born into this world
Ah, awoken by the voices of noisy insects
If I look all around me
I start to remember little by little
Like it rotted away, like it withered
Ah, awoken by the voices of noisy insects
If I look all around me
I start to remember little by little
Like it rotted away, like it withered
Within a time of several years
I wander in search of a door
The things I touch in the palm of my hand
Are like mist, like clouds
Even my swaying heart is dissolving now
Fading to a single speck of dirt
I want the pale white light I saw in the distance
When will be the day I meet with it again?
Within an eternal darkness
I wander in pursuit of memories
The things floating in the palm of my hands
Are like red, like black
Even my swaying heart is dissolving now
Fading to a single speck of dirt
The pale white light I saw in the distance
I want to meet with it again
At least the forms and shadows are disappearing
Turning to the dust of their era
Please secretly tell me the meaning
Of having been born into this world
Ah, awoken by the voices of noisy insects
If I look all around me
I start to remember little by little
Like it rotted away, like it withered