Lyrics with romaji
徒然なるままに
tsurezure naru mama ni
描き続けます
kaki tsuzuke masu
思いが跡形もなく
omoi ga atokata mo naku
消えるまで
kieru made
そっと葉が落ちる
sotto ha ga ochiru
秋が来るまで
aki ga kuru made
枯れようの無い花が
kare youno nai hana ga
咲くでしょう
saku deshou
言いたいこと言えなくて
ii tai koto ie naku te
言う内容も忘れたころ
iu naiyou mo wasureta koro
君からその答えが
kimi kara sono kotae ga
帰ってくるのを待ってるよ
kaette kuru no o matteru yo
可愛げのないあたし
kawaige no nai atashi
誰が相手にするんだろう
dare ga aite ni surun darou
そんなこと考えんのも
son'na koto kangae n nomo
あほらしくなってきた
aho rashiku natte kita
閉じかけたブラインドの向こうから
toji kaketa blond no mukou kara
こぼれる光の意味なんか
koboreru hikari no imi nanka
何か自分の目的で
nanika jibun no mokuteki de
照らしていること分かった上で
tera shite iru koto wakatta ue de
言っている
itte iru
扇風機止めるの忘れていたんだ
senpuuki o okuri tsuzuke teru n darou
今頃風を送り続けてるんだろう
imagoro kaze o okuri tsuzuke terun darou
電気代無駄にしてしまっていたんだ
denki dai muda ni shite shimatte ita nda
今更取り戻せるわけじゃないから
imasara tori modoseru wake ja nai kara
もういいよ
mou ii yo
張り上げて怒った声
hari age te okotta koe
それを聞いて笑った声
sore o kii te waratta koe
何年たっても覚えてる
nan'nen tatte mo oboe teru
人の気持ちわかんない奴
hito no kimochi wakan'nai yatsu
ひたすらやり続けてきたこと
hitasura yari tsuzuke te kita koto
今になってやめようとして
ima ni natte yame you to shite
それでも出来ないからって
sore demo deki nai karatte
やめるのはかっこ悪い
yameru nowa kakko warui
って思ってたんだよね
tte omotte tan dayo ne
だからそれを通そうと思う
dakara sore o tousou to omou
未だ降りかけた雨のように
imada furikaketa ame no you ni
晴れに向かっている途中なんだ
hare ni mukatte iru tochuu nanda
回覧板回して来て下さい
kairanban mawashi te kite kudasai
思いつくままに書いた言葉だから
omoi tsuku mama ni kaita kotoba dakara
意味も見つからずに
imi mo mitsuka razu ni
中を舞うでしょう
naka o mau deshou
必ずこっちを見て目が合うんだ
kanarazu kocchi o mite me ga au nda
君とは
kimi towa
君って誰だろう
kimi tte dare darou
白い空の下で問う
shiroi sora no shita de tou
悲しみの兆しが見えなくなって
kanashimi no kizashi ga mie naku natte
何かしでかそう
nanika shide kasou
徒然なるままに
tsurezure naru mama ni
書き続けます
kaki tsuzuke masu
思いが跡形もなく
omoi ga atokata mo naku
消えるまで
kieru made
そっと葉が落ちる
sotto ha ga ochiru
秋が来るまで
aki ga kuru made
枯れようの無い花が
kare you no nai hana ga
咲くでしょう
saku deshou
Translation
Just going with the flow,
I keep on drawing.
Until every trace of my feelings
disappears completely.
Until the leaves gently fall
and autumn finally arrives,
a flower that’ll never wither
will probably bloom.
I couldn’t say what I wanted to say,
and by the time I forgot what it was,
your answer to it
is something I’m still waiting for.
I'm not cute or anything—
who’d even want someone like me?
Just thinking about that
started to feel pretty dumb.
From behind the half-closed blinds,
that spilling light—what does it even mean?
Maybe it’s shining with some purpose
and I get that deep down,
but I still say it anyway.
I forgot to turn off the fan.
It’s probably still blowing air even now.
Just wasting electricity like that—
not like I can get it back now.
Whatever. I’m over it.
That loud, angry voice—
and the laugh that came after—
even after all these years, I still remember.
That person who just didn’t get how others felt.
The thing I kept on doing nonstop,
now I’m thinking of quitting,
but quitting just because I can’t do it anymore—
feels like giving up, and I hate that.
That’s what I used to think.
That’s why I want to stick with it.
Like rain that almost started falling,
I’m still on my way toward clear skies.
Please pass the newsletter around.
I just wrote down whatever came to mind,
so without meaning,
the words will probably just flutter around inside.
You always end up looking my way and meeting my eyes.
You and me.
But... who are you, really?
I ask myself that under this white sky.
Now that I can’t even see the signs of sadness anymore,
I feel like I might just do something.
Just going with the flow,
I keep on writing.
Until every trace of my feelings
disappears completely.
I keep on drawing.
Until every trace of my feelings
disappears completely.
Until the leaves gently fall
and autumn finally arrives,
a flower that’ll never wither
will probably bloom.
I couldn’t say what I wanted to say,
and by the time I forgot what it was,
your answer to it
is something I’m still waiting for.
I'm not cute or anything—
who’d even want someone like me?
Just thinking about that
started to feel pretty dumb.
From behind the half-closed blinds,
that spilling light—what does it even mean?
Maybe it’s shining with some purpose
and I get that deep down,
but I still say it anyway.
I forgot to turn off the fan.
It’s probably still blowing air even now.
Just wasting electricity like that—
not like I can get it back now.
Whatever. I’m over it.
That loud, angry voice—
and the laugh that came after—
even after all these years, I still remember.
That person who just didn’t get how others felt.
The thing I kept on doing nonstop,
now I’m thinking of quitting,
but quitting just because I can’t do it anymore—
feels like giving up, and I hate that.
That’s what I used to think.
That’s why I want to stick with it.
Like rain that almost started falling,
I’m still on my way toward clear skies.
Please pass the newsletter around.
I just wrote down whatever came to mind,
so without meaning,
the words will probably just flutter around inside.
You always end up looking my way and meeting my eyes.
You and me.
But... who are you, really?
I ask myself that under this white sky.
Now that I can’t even see the signs of sadness anymore,
I feel like I might just do something.
Just going with the flow,
I keep on writing.
Until every trace of my feelings
disappears completely.
Until the leaves gently fall
and autumn finally arrives,
a flower that’ll never wither
will probably bloom.
and autumn finally arrives,
a flower that’ll never wither
will probably bloom.
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