[verse 1] ただそこに鎮座する白 そうどこもかしこも白 そら真っ黒にしてみろ さあ奴からの挑戦だ [pre chorus 1] ぼくの左手はとがった消しゴム ぼくの右手はやつれきった鉛筆 [chorus 1] 無我夢中 書き殴る 支離滅裂 文脈なんて関係ない ただ黒くなれ 黒くする ぼくの勝ちは見えている [verce 2] まだ立ち上がらない白 どこまでいっても白 お前の黒はそんなもん？ ああ奴からの嘲笑だ [pre chorus 2] ぼくの左はなまけもの ぼくの右は世間知らず [chorus 2] 無我夢中 書き殴る 点滴穿石 黒は殴るのをやめない ただ黒くなれ 黒くする ぼくの勝ちは目の前だ [chorus 3] 無我夢中 書き殴る 周章狼狽 鉛筆宙を舞う もう黒くない 黒くできない ぼくの幸はここまでだ [outro] 残された消しゴムは汚れた過去を消したがる ああ 何やっちゃってんだか 点滴穿石 小さな努力でも、根気強く続ければ結果につながる 周章狼狽 予期しない出来事などにあって、あわてふためく English Translation (Meaning-Focused) My frustration from not being able to write lyrics exploded… and somehow that became a song. [Verse 1] There it sits — the unmoving white. Yeah, everywhere I look, it’s nothing but white. “Try painting me pitch-black,” — that’s the challenge it throws at me. [Pre-Chorus 1] In my left hand, a sharp-edged eraser. In my right, a worn-out, dying pencil. [Chorus 1] I scribble in a frenzy, nonsense everywhere — who cares about coherence? Just turn black. Blacken it all. I can already see my victory. [Verse 2] The white still refuses to rise. No matter how far I go, it stays white. “Is that all your black can do?” It mocks me with a sneer. [Pre-Chorus 2] My left hand is a lazy slacker. My right hand is naïve and clueless. [Chorus 2] I scribble in a frenzy, drop by drop, the black keeps drilling in. Just turn black. Blacken it all. My victory is right in front of me. [Chorus 3] I scribble in a frenzy, panic rising — the pencil flies through the air. It’s not black anymore. I can’t make it black. Looks like this is where my fortune ends. [Outro] What’s left — the filthy eraser — just wants to erase the past. Ah… what the hell have I done?
