『62 km/h Ghosts』 焼けた標識 震えてる ラムネ瓶のビー玉が 乾いた音を立てた… 汗ばむ肌 うだる陽射しの下 海へ続く坂道 黒く尖った影 蹴飛ばして サイダーを飲み干す 白線がぐにゃりと曲がる 入道雲が迫ってくる 誰かの笑い声が アスファルトに貼りついていた あの子の家の前を 走り去る 「好きだ！」 叫んで逃げる 振り返る度 電柱が増える We were ghosts in the blazing daylight 時速62kmの亡霊 炎天の空に灼かれながら 壊れたままで疾走っていた 砕けたビー玉みたいな太陽 脳裏を滑るガードレール 向かい風が五月蝿い 夏が耳元で笑ってる コンビニの冷気 溶けたアイス 排水溝へ落ちる青色 無防備な頭 甲高い声 遠くで金属バットが鳴る ひぐらし 茜雲 揺れる逃げ水 夕焼けが街を腐らせる 信号機は熟れきった果実 膨らみ過ぎた夢の中 僕らは置き去りだった We were ghosts in the blazing daylight 眩しすぎる絶望 笑いながら傷を増やして 海へ 海へ走っていく 白い 防波堤 炭酸の抜けた波 あの日の影さえ 夜風に置き忘れた 月が覗いてる フェンスが軋む 呻く自販機の光 喉の奥に残る Dr. Pepper Maybe nothing Maybe summer Maybe we already disappeared We were burning under plastic heavens 偽物みたいな青空の下 時速62km 終わりへ向かう追い風 砕けたビー玉 濡れたTシャツ あの日の笑い声には まだ帰れない いつでも幻だった 波打ち際 スニーカーの中の砂 誰も拾わない光 「また夏に…」 🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ🌻*.ﾟ 『62 km/h Ghosts』 Burned road signs trembled. The marble inside a ramune bottle clicked with a dry little sound... Sweaty skin beneath the sweltering sun. A sloping road leading to the sea. Kicking away our sharp black shadows, we drained our bottles of soda. The white road lines melted and bent. Towering summer clouds rolled closer. Someone's laughter clung to the scorching asphalt. I raced past her house. "I love you!" Then ran before she could answer. Every time I looked back, there seemed to be more utility poles between us. --- We were ghosts in the blazing daylight. Ghosts traveling at 62 km/h, burning beneath the blazing summer sky, racing on while already broken. The sun, shattered like a ramune marble. Guardrails sliding through my mind. The headwind screamed in my ears. Summer laughed beside me. --- The cool air of the convenience store. A melting ice cream. A streak of blue slipping into the drain. A defenseless mind. High-pitched voices. The crack of a distant metal bat. Evening cicadas. Crimson clouds. Heat haze trembling above the road. The sunset left the whole town to rot. Traffic lights hung like overripe fruit. Inside dreams swollen far too large, we were the ones left behind. --- We were ghosts in the blazing daylight. A despair too bright to face. Laughing as we gathered new scars, we kept running toward the sea. A white breakwater. Waves gone flat like soda without fizz. Even the shadows of that day were forgotten in the night breeze. --- The moon peeks through. A chain-link fence groans. The vending machine hums in the dark. The taste of Dr Pepper still lingers in my throat. Maybe nothing. Maybe summer. Maybe we already disappeared. --- We were burning under plastic heavens. Beneath a sky that looked almost fake. 62 km/h. A tailwind carrying us toward the end. A shattered marble. A rain-soaked T-shirt. We still can't return to the laughter of that summer day. --- It had always been a mirage. The shoreline. Sand inside our sneakers. A light no one ever picked up. "See you next summer..."
