浮標（ふひょう）

[Verse 1] 喉の奥で　つかえたままの 名付けられぬ　熱がうずいている 錆びた鉄の　匂いが混じる この街は　誰の夢の跡か 爪先でなぞる　境界線 踏み越えるたび　影が伸びていく 泥濘の中で　笑い合えたら それだけで　救いだったのに [Pre-Chorus] 呼吸を止めて　合図を待った 心臓の音が　秒針を追い越して あの日見た　終わりの続きを 手放せぬまま　立ち尽くす [Chorus] 回れ　回れ　硝子窓の景色 千切れた指先で　明日を書き足して どこへも行けない　僕らの祈りが 夜の隙間に　溶けて消えるまで ただ　鮮やかな　痛みを抱いて [Verse 2] 割れた鏡　映る自分は 知らない顔で　こちらを見つめている 正解なんて　最初からない 振り落とした　火花が消える [Pre-Chorus] 重なる声に　耳を塞いだ 真実なんて　きっと残酷なものだ それでもいい　この目が眩んで 何も見えなく　なるとしても [Chorus] 踊れ　踊れ　歪んだワルツ 剥がれ落ちた嘘も　愛と呼び合って 二度とは戻らぬ　季節の淵で 君の輪郭だけを　探している ただ　静かなる　嵐の中で [Bridge] 記憶の縁を　なぞる指が いつか　ほどけてしまうとしても この一瞬の　瞬きだけは 誰にも　奪わせはしない [Final Chorus] 回れ　回れ　運命の車輪 瓦礫の山を越え　光を追い越して どこへも行けない　僕らの世界が 幕を閉じる　その時までは [Outro] 視界が狭まる　円の向こう 君の背中が　小さく滲んでいく 最後に残った　一粒の蒼 静かに　閉じていく ——————————————- Buoy [Verse 1] Deep in my throat, still caught and unmoving, An unnamed fever twists and burns. The scent of rusted iron lingers in the air— Whose dream remains in this forgotten city? Tracing the border with the tip of my toes, Each step beyond it stretches the shadows farther. If we could have laughed together in the mud, Maybe that alone would have been enough to save us. [Pre-Chorus] I held my breath and waited for the signal, My heartbeat outrunning the ticking hands of time. The continuation of that ending we once saw— I stand here, unable to let it go. [Chorus] Turn, turn, scenery through the glass, With torn fingertips I write tomorrow anew. Until our prayers, bound to nowhere, Dissolve into the cracks of the night and disappear, I carry this vivid pain alone. [Verse 2] In a shattered mirror, the face reflected back Looks at me with eyes I do not know. There was never a right answer from the start; The sparks I cast away fade into darkness. [Pre-Chorus] I covered my ears against overlapping voices. Truth has always been something cruel. Even so, if these eyes grow blinded And leave me unable to see at all— [Chorus] Dance, dance, distorted waltz, Even fallen lies are called love. At the edge of a season that will never return, I search only for the outline of you, Within this quiet storm. [Bridge] Even if the fingers tracing the edge of memory One day loosen and let go, This single fleeting blink of existence I will never allow anyone to steal. [Final Chorus] Turn, turn, wheel of fate, Beyond mountains of rubble, beyond the light itself. Until the day our world, going nowhere, Finally draws its curtain closed— [Outro] Beyond the narrowing circle of sight, Your back slowly fades into a blur. The final drop of blue remaining behind Quietly closes its eyes.