Romaji
kaaten wo tsuranuku kensou ni kimi wa nani wo tou darou
oshitsubusare sou na hitogomi no naka ni
potsupotsu to tadayou maru de moratoriamu
"saigo no bansan da"
sou itte boku wa gitaa wo kakinarashi
rokujouhan no semai heya ni merodi wo noseru
tokei no hari wa mou naku no wo yameta
hitori de tabi datta sekaisen wa
"atarimae wa nai yo" to yuramei da
boku rashikunai kamo boku rashikunai kamo
gitaa wo motta no wa kiheitai da
aru ga mama no kimi ni kuraitsuita
bokura shittetan daro boku rashii tte doko na no
touhikou tsukisasu kensou ni futa wo shite wa yume utsutsu
"saigo no bansan da"
sou itte boku wa gitaa wo kakinarashi
rokujouhan no semai heya ni merodi wo noseru
tokei no hari wa mou naku no wo yameta
hitori de tabi datta sekaisen wa
"atarimae wa nai yo" to yuramei da
boku rashikunai kamo boku rashikunai kamo
gitaa wo motta no wa kiheitai da
aru ga mama no kimi ni kuraitsuita
bokura shittetan daro boku rashii tte doko na no
English
What would you ask the frenzy that pierces the curtain
Amidst the crushing crowd
Floating scattered, as if in a moratorium
"This is the last supper"
I said as I started strumming the guitar strings
And make a melody in my six and a half tatami mat-sized little room
The hands of the clock have stopped crying
In this solo journey, my world line
Slightly wobbly, as if to say "nothing makes sense"
Maybe it's not like me, maybe it's not like me
Kalaveri holding guitar
It clings to you, who is what it is
We realize that, don't we? but where is the real me?
Escape, cover that piercing crowd, between dream and reality
"This is the last supper"
I said as I started strumming the guitar strings
And make a melody in my six and a half tatami mat-sized little room
The hands of the clock have stopped crying
In this solo journey, my world line
Slightly wobbly, as if to say "nothing makes sense"
Maybe it's not like me, maybe it's not like me
Kalaveri holding guitar
It clings to you, who is what it is
We realize that, don't we? but where is the real me?
Kanji
カーテンを貫く喧騒に 君は何を問うだろう
押しつぶされそうな 人混みの中に
ポツポツと漂う まるでモラトリアム
「最後の晩餐だ」
そう言って僕は ギターをかき鳴らし
六畳半の狭い部屋に メロディを乗せる
時計の針は もう 泣くのをやめた
一人で旅立った 世界線は
「当たり前は無いよ」と揺らめいだ
僕らしく無いかも 僕らしく無いかも
ギターを持ったのは騎兵隊だ
あるがままの君に喰らいついた
僕ら知ってたんだろ 僕らしいって何処なの
逃避行 突き刺す喧騒に 蓋をしては ゆめうつつ
「最後の晩餐だ」
そう言って僕は ギターをかき鳴らし
六畳半の狭い部屋に メロディを乗せる
時計の針は もう 泣くのをやめた
一人で旅立った 世界線は
「当たり前は無いよ」と揺らめいだ
僕らしく無いかも 僕らしく無いかも
ギターを持ったのは騎兵隊だ
あるがままの君に喰らいついた
僕ら知ってたんだろ 僕らしいって何処なの
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