夏の暑さの正体は 自身に火をつけた焦熱 残火が延ばしてきたそれも とうとう焼き尽くされ 長い長い夏が終わるよ 自分の中の燻りと 季節の燃えさしの温度が ちょうど同じになって この世界全てが 自分の胸の中のようで 誰も焦がすことが出来ない ただ不快なだけの温度が 自分自身のようだと ねえ今日も 絶望した人を救えなかったんだ 一日中踏切の音が鳴り止まないんだ 旧校舎の高い窓を見れないんだ 9月の始まりは 絶念の叫びが途切れないんだ 誰の顔も黒塗りで思い出せないんだ 握ってたはずの掌は空っぽなんだ 大人になれば救えると思っていたのに 何も出来なかったんだ ----------------- English ver. The scorching heat that set itself ablaze is the true nature of summer’s heat. Lingering flames stretched summer out, but at last, they have burned everything away, and the long season comes to an end. The “embers smoldering inside me” and the “residue of the season” have reached the same temperature, so the entire world feels as though it were inside my own chest. It cannot sear, yet it is hot enough— a merely unpleasant, half-hearted warmth that feels exactly like myself. Today again, I could not save a person in despair. All day long, the sound of the railway crossing would not cease. And I cannot bring myself to look at the high windows of the old school building. The beginning of September is a cry of hopelessness that never breaks off. Every face is blackened out, beyond recall. I realized that the palm I thought I was holding onto is empty. I once believed that becoming an adult would make it easy to save someone. But in truth, I can do nothing at all.
