Shadow 背中に夜を背負い 触れた指先さえ離れていく 崩れた街の隅で息をしてる Silent 冷たい視線も慣れたふりして受け止める それでも胸の奥では 消えない鼓動が鳴っている 汚れた羽でも構わない誰かの夜を裂けるなら 闇だと言われてもいいこの身が影に沈んでも 凍えた誰かの夜へそっと火を渡すから 傷だらけで構わない黒いままで立っている 世界に背を向けられても私は火種を離さない 行き場のない叫びなら この胸で受け止めればいい 涙を隠したままの小さな背中を見つけたら 私は灰の底から静かに熱を差し出す 報われなくてもいい 届くならたった一人でも 闇だと言われてもいいこの手が罪に濡れても 凍えた誰かの夜へ確かな熱を残したい 崩れそうでも消えはしない胸の奥の火の欠片 影を纏って歩いてく誰かの夜が明けるまで English→ Shadow Carrying the night upon my back, Even the fingertips that once touched begin to drift away. Breathing quietly in the corner of a broken city. Silent I pretend I’m used to the cold stares and take them in, Yet deep inside my chest, An unextinguished heartbeat keeps resounding. Even with tainted wings, I don’t mind— If I can tear through someone’s night. Call me darkness if you must, even if this body sinks into shadow. I will gently pass a flame into someone’s frozen night. Scarred and stained in black, I will remain standing. Even if the world turns its back on me, I won’t let go of this spark. If there is a cry with nowhere to go, Let it rest within my chest. When I find a small back hiding its tears, I will quietly offer warmth from the depths of ash. I don’t need to be rewarded— If it reaches even one soul. Call me darkness if you must, even if these hands are stained with sin. I want to leave a certain warmth in someone’s frozen night. Even if I’m about to crumble, the ember deep inside won’t fade. Wrapped in shadow, I’ll keep walking—until someone’s night breaks into dawn.
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