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(Hook) If no one sees, do flowers bloom? If no one hears, is there a tune? Fading in and fading out, Tell me what this world’s about. 桜、桜、嗚呼、桜 咲きに咲いて 春を飾って けれどこの世界に 色なんてないの 光がただ 波になって 瞳の奥を 優しく揺らすだけ 赤も青も 本当はなくて それに名をつけたのは わたしたち 空の青さに意味はなく 舞い散る花のくれなゐも ただの波 この世界に 匂いも味もなくて 生き物の鼻や舌が 分子の形を 電気で伝え 脳がそれを 甘い、苦い 決めてるだけ 桜の香り それは幻 蜜の甘さ それも幻 花のない風景に わたしたちは 形を与え続ける (Hook) If no one sees, do flowers bloom? If no one hears, is there a tune? Fading in and fading out, Tell me what this world’s about. 桜、桜、嗚呼、桜 咲きに咲いて 春を飾って 触れた指先の温もりも 誰かの言葉の優しさも 本当は そこにはないのかもしれない それでも わたしたちは 春を愛し 花を愛し 音を愛し 歌を愛し 君を愛し 世界を愛し 涙を流す 震える音に 心を揺らす 波の上 桜、桜、嗚呼、桜 散りに散って 夢のように でも もしわたしが 背を向けたなら 桜は そこにあるのかしら 二重の隙間をすり抜ける粒子 誰かが見るまでは ただの波 この瞳が光をとらえたとき 花は花になり 世界は世界になれる 桜、桜、嗚呼、桜 見つめている そのうちは きっとここに 咲いている 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 (Hook) If no one sees, do flowers bloom? If no one hears, is there a tune? Fading in and fading out, Tell me what this world’s about. Sakura, Sakura, Ah, Sakura Blooming and blooming, adorning the spring, Yet in this world, there is no color. Light merely turns into waves, Gently stirring the depths of our eyes. There is no red, no blue, We are the ones who named them. The blue of the sky has no meaning, The crimson of falling petals is just a wave. In this world, there is no scent, no taste, Living beings’ noses and tongues, Transmit the shape of molecules as electricity, The brain merely decides: sweet, bitter. The scent of sakura—an illusion. The sweetness of nectar—an illusion. Upon a world without flowers, We keep giving shape. (Hook) If no one sees, do flowers bloom? If no one hears, is there a tune? Fading in and fading out, Tell me what this world’s about. Sakura, sakura, ah, sakura, Blooming and blooming, adorning the spring. The warmth of fingers that touch, The kindness in someone's words, Perhaps they do not truly exist. And yet, we still Love the spring, love the flowers, Love the sound, love the songs, Love you, love this world. On trembling waves of sound, We shed tears, our hearts swayed. Sakura, sakura, ah, sakura, Scattering, scattering, like a dream. But if I turned away, Would the sakura still be there? Particles slipping through the double slit, Mere waves until someone sees. Only when my eyes catch the light, Do flowers become flowers, And the world becomes the world. Sakura, sakura, ah, sakura, As long as we gaze, They surely bloom here.