[Japanese] 名を持たぬ影、風に進路をたくす 肌の傷は地図、迷うための地図 土と血のあいだで息を数え 沈黙の奥に、まだ名づけられない灯 正しさは刃、触れれば切れる それでも手を伸ばす 灯を絶やさぬため Let the drums speak for me I belong to the breath between leaf and blade いのちは巡る、奪えば重く、赦せば深い 夜よ割れて、朝になれ 鉄は空を映し、苔は時を抱く 街の轟きも、森の静けさも同じ胸で鳴る 憎しみは便利な火、だが灰は抱けない 冷えた指先で、鼓動だけは離さない どの正義が誰の体温を奪う？ 目の前の鼓動を守ること それが名となり、歩幅となる Drums, carry the vow-ahh- 私は所有せず、ただ在る 風と並び、土に耳を当て 争いの向こうの静けさへ dawning, oh [English] A nameless shadow, I entrust my course to the wind Scars on my skin are a map—a map made to get lost I count my breaths between earth and blood Deep in the silence, a light not yet named Righteousness is a blade; touch it and it cuts Still, I reach out—to keep the flame from dying Drums, speak for me I live in the breath between leaf and blade Life turns; taken, it grows heavy; forgiven, it grows deep Night, split open and become morning Iron mirrors the sky, moss cradles time The city’s roar and the forest’s hush sound in the same chest Hatred is a convenient fire, yet ash cannot be held With chilled fingers, I will not release the heartbeat Which justice steals whose warmth? To guard the heartbeat before me That becomes a name, becomes my stride Drums, carry the vow—ah I do not possess; I simply am Beside the wind, ear to the earth Toward the quiet beyond the strife—night loosens, morning gathers
