shinjuku wa gouu anata doko e yara kyou ga aoku hiete yuku toukyou senryaku wa kaimu watashi doko e yara nou ga suiteki wo ubatte kawaku
“nakitai kimochi wa tsuranatte fuyu ni ame wo motara shiteiru” to, iu to utagawanu anata “uso datte yokute takusan no mujun ga choudo ii” to kotae ni naranu “takai tada no ronri” de uso wo uso da to inasu koto de sokkoku kankei no nai hito to naru
engi wo shite irunda anata datte kitto sou sa toujisha wo kaihi shiteiru kyoumi ga wai tatte suezen no kansei wo matte nan to mo omowanai furi de warau
tsukisasu juunigatsu to isetan no iki ga awasaru shoutotsu chiten [1] sukoshi anata wo omoidasu taikan’ondo
kota wa nai no? dareka no sei nishitai chanto kyouiku shite shikatte kure shinjuku wa gouu dareka koko e kite aoku moete yuku toukyou no hi ______________________________
It’s pouring in Shinjuku Where are you? Today Tokyo is turning blue with the cold No strategy to speak of Where am I going? My brain steals the drops and dries me.
When I say, ‘My desires to cry lined up, are leaking rain into winter’
you believe me, saying, ‘A lie is acceptable, and lots of contradictions fit right in’ With your ‘logic that nothing’s free,’ you at once become a person who’s washed your hands of it, side stepping the question by saying ‘A lie is a lie’
I’m putting on an act I’m sure you are too Each avoiding the other My interest is piqued Waiting for someone else to finish it for us Laughing like we think nothing of it
The point of impact where this bitingly cold December and the exhaled breath of Isetan come together [1] The temperature I feel reminds me a bit of you.
Is there no answer? I want to blame it on someone else Teach me properly, scold me please It’s pouring in Shinjuku Somebody come here The Tokyo sun burning blue