ame.paste.lol / abelia-tl · 2 weeks ago·

アベリアに代わる何かを (Something in place of the Abelia)  

劇を見て夏を見て  
月を見たっていつも観測者で  
そしてただ指を差し  
あーだこーだ言うことしか  

Whether you see a play, the summer,
or the moon; you're always an observer.
And so, you point your finger,  
only able to say all this and that.  

あなたから聞いた話は  
大抵「君」がいなくて  
然るに微かに見えたあなたも  
夏へ消えて行く  

You would usually talk about how  
"'you' aren't here."  
Though you seem so faint,  
you disappear into the summer.  

あの空みたいな  
あの花みたいなって  
外を見ては何かを模して  
夏、君を想って  
春、さよならしたって  
あなたが描くであろう空を  

Like the sky,
or like that flower,  
you look outside and emulate something.  
Even though I thought of you in the summer,  
and said goodbye in the spring,  
I take the sky you must've imagined and—  

まず夏に思い入れなんてない  
ただただ暑いだけだ  
空で歌えないのに詩を歌う  
端の折れた歌詞カードを  
机の隅っこに置いて  

First of all, I'm not attached to the idea of summer;  
it's just too hot for me to bear.  
I can't sing to the skies, yet I still sing these words.  
I put the lyrics card folded on its edges  
onto the corner of my desk.  

あの人みたいに  
あの映画みたいにって  
なれるはずないのに夢見て  
何度模写したって  
何度読み返したって  
そこに僕はいない答えはない  

Just like that person,  
just like that movie,  
I can't be anything like them, yet I dream.  
No matter how many times I trace,  
no matter how many times I read it over,  
there's no answer where I don't exist.

なぜだろう  
好きでもない花の名前を  
こんなに知っているのは  
なぜだろう  
好きでもない夏の  
酷く憂い曲が好きなのは  
後ろに背景があって  
真ん中に誰かがいる  
ただその一枚の絵が  
それだけが僕をこうさせるんだ  

Oh why  
do you know so much about  
the flower you don't even like?  
Oh why  
do you like this terribly depressing song  
about summer when you don't even like it?      
Right there, in the background  
someone's depicted in the middle.  
It's only because of that one painting,  
it alone is what makes me do this.  

心ここに在らず  
心どこにも在らず   
こんな日はあなたの曲を  
こんな日だからこそ  

There's no heart in here.  
There's no heart anywhere.  
On days like this, I play your song,  
precisely because of days like this.  


夏歌う者は冬泣くと言うが  
きっと僕は冬も歌うだろうさ  
梅雨、潤しても  
初夏、心枯れるから  
あるはずのない  
アベリアに代わる何かを  
ずっと  

They say those who sing in the summer cry in the winter,  
but I'm sure I'll be also singing in the winter.  
Even if I get drenched in the rainy season,  
my heart will dying in the early summer.  
There's no way it exists,  
but I'll always be searching for something  
in place of the Abelia.