夏の残響

[Intro, airy, summer ambience] (* somewhere the season remains *) 風鈴が揺れていた 名前も知らない風の中 蝉の声だけが 空をゆっくり満たしていた [Verse, restrained, nostalgic] 坂道の途中にあった木陰 逃げ込むたび　少し涼しくて 飲みかけのラムネの泡を 宝物みたいに眺めてた 誰も未来なんて 上手には知らなくて 今日がずっと続くような 顔で笑っていた (* sunlight through leaves *) [Pre-Chorus, floating, delicate] 背丈だけが伸びていって 置いてきたものは増えるのに あの日の午後はまだ どこかで乾かないまま [Chorus, transparent, gentle] 帰れない場所じゃなくて 帰れない時間なんだ 校庭の匂いも 遠回りした帰り道も 思い出という言葉では 少しだけ足りなくて 夏雲の向こう側で 今も手を振っている (* not lost, only distant *) [Verse, quiet groove] 自転車のタイヤが刻んだ 細い川沿いの影法師 言えなかった言葉たちは 夕立の前の風みたい 大人になることは 忘れることじゃなくて 触れられないまま 持ち歩くことなのかも [Bridge, airy, reflective] あの頃のぼくらなら きっと笑うだろう 同じ空を見上げて 違う名前をつけながら (* a season without a map *) [Final Chorus, expansive, restrained emotion] 帰れない場所じゃなくて 帰れない時間なんだ 蝉時雨の向こうに 消えたわけじゃない景色 木陰に吹く風だけが 昔と同じ顔をして 夏の奥のどこかで 静かに鳴り続ける [Outro, fading ambience] 風鈴が揺れていた ぼくらの知らない 次の夏へ向かって (* somewhere the season remains *) ----- en Title: Echoes of Summer [Intro, airy, summer ambience] (* somewhere the season remains *) A wind chime was swaying In a breeze whose name I did not know Only the sound of cicadas Slowly filled the sky [Verse, restrained, nostalgic] The shade of a tree on the slope It felt a little cooler every time I ducked inside I gazed at the bubbles in my half-drunk ramune Like they were a treasure None of us really knew How to map out the future We smiled as if Today would last forever (* sunlight through leaves *) [Pre-Chorus, floating, delicate] Though only our heights kept growing And the things we left behind increased That afternoon of those days Is still somewhere, never quite dry [Chorus, transparent, gentle] It is not a place I cannot return to It is a time I cannot return to The scent of the schoolyard The long way home I used to take The word memories Doesn't quite capture it all Beyond the summer clouds They are still waving at me (* not lost, only distant *) [Verse, quiet groove] The silhouettes along the narrow river Etched by my bicycle tires The words I could not say Are like the wind before a summer shower Growing up Is not about forgetting Perhaps it is about carrying things Without ever being able to touch them again [Bridge, airy, reflective] If it were the us from those days We would surely laugh Looking up at the same sky While giving it different names (* a season without a map *) [Final Chorus, expansive, restrained emotion] It is not a place I cannot return to It is a time I cannot return to A landscape that did not disappear Beyond the chorus of cicadas Only the wind blowing through the shade Wears the same face as it did back then Somewhere deep in the summer It continues to ring quietly [Outro, fading ambience] A wind chime was swaying Heading toward the next summer That we do not know (* somewhere the season remains *)