『ほんの少し未来の自分へ』 (Remastered)
『ほんの少し未来の自分へ 〜My Song〜』 ★序文 過去作品は、決して今の自分を 否定してるわけではない ただ、今の自分が眩しく感じてしまうだけ… 書き連ねる中で描かれた世界は、 『裏切らない』 そう信じて進むだけです ★詩篇 [Intro] 未来に放つ旋律は いつも通り流れ込む [Verse] 埃を払って 読み返した過去 「よく描けたな」なんて 他人事みたいに感心してさ あの頃の精神状態を 優しくなぞる指先 別に今の自分を 否定したいわけじゃない [preChorus] 耳に残る心地よい言葉 心に染み込む旋律 [Chorus] 書きたいものと 今描ける進行方向（ベクトル）は どうしても重なってはくれない 起承転結（コントロール）不在で 浮かんでくる叙事の世界 付き合っていくしかないんだろう？ わかってる わかってるんだよ [Verse2] ほんの少しのイラつき こぼれ落ちた溜息 そんなレベルに振り回されて 言葉は形を変えていく 成熟には程遠い それはもう 笑っちゃうくらい 僕の現在（イマ）を 認めるしかないんだね [preChorus] 耳に残る心地よい言葉 心に染み込む旋律 [Chorus] 描きたいものと 吐き出せる言葉は どうしても重なってはくれない 序破急（コントロール）不能で 浮かんでくる思考の世界 付き合っていくしかないんだろう？ わかってる わかってるんだよ [Bridge] 「理解できている」 だけど 「受け入れたくない」 そんなわがままを 今は抱きしめていたいんだ 全く制御できない 自分という生き物 腕（カイナ）の中で震える僕を 愛してるとは まだ言えないけれど [Final Chorus] ほんの少しの 未来の自分へ ちゃんと僕を読み返して 振り幅があるから 生み出せる私の世界 未完成でいい ペンを止めないで 笑っていて 笑っていてほしい [Outro] 理解と拒絶の その真ん中で 今日も僕は 制御できない僕を描いていく ……ちゃんと書いていくよ ──────────────────── My Song〜To My Self, Just a Little Further in the Future 〜 ★Preface Looking back at my past work isn’t about denying who I am today. It’s just that… sometimes the “me” from back then feels almost too bright. But the worlds I kept writing into being— they don’t betray me. That’s all I need to believe as I keep moving forward. ★Lyric [Intro] The melodies I send into the future flow back to me, just as they always have. [Verse 1] Brushing the dust away, I read my past again. “Wow… I actually wrote this,” I catch myself admiring it like it belonged to someone else. My fingertips gently trace the state of mind I had back then. It’s not that I want to deny who I am now. [Pre-Chorus] Words that linger softly in my ears, melodies that seep into my heart. [Chorus 1] What I want to write and the direction I’m able to draw right now— they never seem to overlap. With no beginning, middle, or end to control it, a narrative world just rises on its own. I guess I have no choice but to live alongside it. I know. Yeah… I know. [Verse 2] Just a flicker of irritation, a sigh that slips out unnoticed. Even moods like that— levels that barely matter— still end up steering my words, reshaping them as they go. I’m nowhere near “mature.” It’s almost funny, honestly. All I can do is accept who I am right now. [Pre-Chorus] Words that linger softly in my ears, melodies that seep into my heart. [Chorus 2] What I want to draw and the words I manage to spill out— they still refuse to align. With no rhythm or pacing to control it, a world of thought drifts into view. I guess I have no choice but to live alongside it. I know. Yeah… I know. [Bridge] “I understand it.” But— “I don’t want to accept it.” That kind of selfishness, for now, I want to hold it close. This creature called “me,” something I can’t fully control. Holding the me that trembles within these arms, I still can’t quite say “I love you.” [Final Chorus] To my self, just a little further in the future— please, read me properly when you look back. Because of these swings, these margins, I can create a world that is truly mine. It’s fine to stay unfinished. Don’t stop the pen. I hope you’re smiling. I really hope you are. [Outro] Somewhere between understanding and rejection, today again, I draw the me I can’t fully control. …Yeah. I’ll keep writing. Properly. One word at a time.
