季路 (Kiro)
[Aimer「季路」歌詞]
[バース１]
灰色 曇り空
溶けない白さは
愛した2月の色
[バース２]
重ねる時間は
解けない魔法で
失くした季節を知った
[プリコーラス]
ため息も白く染めて
木陰の歌失くしたままで
暮れる空を君は見たか？
[コーラス]
時計の針が心を打つ
過ぎゆく時が辿る道も
何度も同じ景色を携え
淡い夢を見よう
[コーラス]
やさしい言葉さえ知らない
凍てつく夜の欠片たちよ
涙にぬれた蕾を抱きしめ
その春を待っていた
編む 時間の絢
[バース３]
閉ざした世界に
落とした紅色が
導く季節の季路
[プリコーラス]
囁きを青く染めて
黄金の空 夢見たままで
温もりまで遠く見えた
[コーラス]
時計の針は戸惑いなく
過ぎゆく春の欠片達よ
微かに香る真夏の気配に
ふわり揺れながら
[コーラス]
優しい秋は前触れなく
凍てつくような冬の影も遠い
涙に濡れた蕾を抱きしめ
ただ春を待っていた
今 螺旋の中
[ブリッジ]
季節はめぐる
辿って 迷って
何度も躓いては
同じ花届ける為に
[コーラス]
時計の針が心を打つ
過ぎゆく春の欠片達よ
微かに香る真夏の気配に
ふわり揺れながら
[コーラス]
優しい秋は前触れなく
凍てつくような冬の影も遠い
涙に濡れた蕾を抱きしめ
また春を待っていた
あの螺旋の中
[Verse 1]
A gray cloudy sky
An unmelting white
Are the colors of beloved February
[Verse 2]
In the cycling of time
By an unbreakable spell
I came to recognize seasons lost
[Pre-Chorus]
Even my sigh is tinted a blank white
Having lost the song of the leafy shade
Have you seen the sky growing dark?
[Chorus]
The clock hand ticks against my heart
On the path I tread, the passing time
Bears the same scenery in repetition
Inviting me to a fleeting dream
[Chorus]
Unknowing of even gеntle words
O frozen shards of night
I embracе a flower bud watered by tears
Waiting for its spring
I weave the tapestry of time
[Verse 3]
In this confined world
The dripping crimson
Ushers the passage of seasons
[Pre-Chorus]
My whispers I stain in blue
As I dreamed of a golden sky
Even warmth seemed far off the horizon
[Chorus]
The clock hand is unfailing in its advance
The fragments of the passing spring
Carry the slightest hint of midsummer scent
Gently wavering in and out of perception
[Chorus]
With no portent of gentle autumn
The shadow of freezing winter seems also distant
I embrace a flower bud watered by tears
Simply waiting for spring to come
Now in a spiral
[Bridge]
The seasons return in a cycle
I follow the path, I lose my way
No matter how many times I stumble
In order to reach that same flower
[Chorus]
The clock hand ticks against my heart
The fragments of the passing spring
Carry the slightest hint of midsummer scent
Gently wavering in and out of perception
[Chorus]
With no portent of gentle autumn
The shadow of freezing winter seems also distant
I embrace a flower bud watered by tears
Simply waiting for spring to come
Within that spiral