日はいつも通り過ぎてく だけど気づいたことがある 周りの人となんか違う でも目を合わせてくれない あるべき姿と違う動き 何か隠してるみたいに 「記憶の最初の守り人」と 老人の声がささやいた 守り人… 彼らは誰？ 覚えてる者？ それとも忘れる者？ 守り人… 中には何が？ なぜ目を隠すんだ？ 記憶を見張ってるのか それとも記憶が彼らを縛るのか？ なぜ俺を知らないんだ まだ会ったこともないのに？ 生き物でも 戦士でも 魔法使いでもない まったく逆のこと 一人は市場で働いてる 一人は座ってコーヒーを飲む 三人目は毎回決まって 同じ通りを歩いてく 老人はただこう言うだけ 「彼らは見てる…お前をじゃない」 「彼らは記憶を見張ってる」 俺は聞いた「いい奴らなのか？」 「それは間違った質問だ」 守り人はレイに言った お前はもちろん こんなに早く 思い出すはずがなかった たぶん何かを見落とした… でも何なのかは まだわからない 覚えてる者たち - 彼らは誰？ なぜ目を隠すんだ？ ここで記憶が禁じられてるなら なぜまだ生きてるんだ？ 記憶を見張ってるのか それとも記憶が彼らを見てるのか？ なぜ俺を知ってるんだ 会ったこともないのに？ 守り人… 彼らは誰？ 覚えてる者？ それとも忘れる者？ 守り人… 中には何が？ なぜ目を隠すんだ？ 記憶を見張ってる… それとも記憶が彼らを見てる… まだ多くはわからない でも他人には思えないんだ 👇🏻👇🏻 English translation below 👇🏻👇🏻 --- The days pass by as they always do, But I've noticed something new. The people around me are somehow different, But they won't meet my eyes, not for a moment. Their movements aren't quite what they should be, As if they're hiding something, secretly. "The first Keepers of Memory," I heard, The old man's voice whispered the word. Keepers... who are they? Those who remember? Or those who forget? Keepers... what's inside? Why do they hide their eyes? Are they watching over memory? Or does memory bind them, you see? Why don't they know me, When we've never met, actually? Not creatures, not warriors, not wizards, no - The complete opposite of all that, though. One works in the market, unaware, One sits and drinks his coffee there. The third one, every single time, Walks the same street, in the same line. The old man just says, soft and low: "They're watching... but not you, you know." "They watch over memory," he said. I asked: "Are they good?" in my head. "That's the wrong question," came the reply, The Keeper said to Rei, by and by. "You, of course, couldn't remember So soon, not in this manner. Maybe you missed something, overlooked... But what it is, I still don't know, provoked." Those who remember - who are they? Why do they hide their eyes away? If memory here is forbidden, banned, Why are they still alive in this land? Are they watching over memory? Or is memory watching them, see? Why do they know me, When we've never met, actually? Keepers... who are they? Those who remember? Or those who forget? Keepers... what's inside? Why do they hide their eyes? Watching over memory... Or is memory watching them, you see... I still don't understand a lot, But they don't feel like strangers to me...
