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[[!meta title=" (Nov. 1, 2019)"]]
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# Japanese
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暗い下から出た後の
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晴れっぽい明日を待ちながら
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今日もココへ向かいまして
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予め此処は何処へ向かう
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誰もいない 地下道を
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走りきろうとしてまして
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いつもあそこで見失うのです
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其処で何を食べたのです
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出てこれなくなると知っていた
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蜜を垂らした瓶を割り
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日は新た あの夜の丸の中
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待ち続けた場所に意味もなく
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ただ差し込む光を塞ぎ
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眺めてそれから捨てるのです
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ただ待っているしかないのです
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その下から出た後で
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昨日いたとこまでやってきて
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手も出せずただ見つめてまして
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どうにでもなりそうです
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弾け 裂けそうな
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雨の中通り抜けた
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1人で行くのが
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臆病になっていたのでした
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其処で何を聞いたのです
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出てこれなくなると知っていた
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蜜を垂らした瓶を割り
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日は新た あの夜の丸の中
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待ち続けた場所に意味もなく
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ただ差し込む光を繋ぎ
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眺め それから捨てるのです
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ただ待っているしかないのです
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そこで 生まれた意味を知り
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死んでゆくことに意味を成し
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ある日そこから消えるのです
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どこで 何をしてるのでしょう
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其処で何を食べたのです
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出てこれなくなると知ってた
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蜜を切らした瓶を取り
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日は新た あの天の中
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# English
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After recovering from a dark place,
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while waiting for a day I'd feel good again,
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today too I'm looking here,
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but before that, I need to figure out where here is.
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In a tunnel with no one around,
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running from those around me,
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I always end up losing sight of them from there...
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"Anyway, what did you eat today?"
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I knew asking that it wouldn't do anything for me.
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A spilling jar honey breaks,
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a new day arrives, and that night's central point would have to be
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that there was no point waiting there.
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Just stopping up the light flowing from me,
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being looked at and then discarded.
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I guess I have no choice but to continue waiting.
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After recovering from that,
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I came to where I was yesterday,
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knowing I can't do anything, just watch intently,
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it's just going to be like this no matter what.
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Wanting to flip my shit,
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I passed through in the midst of the rain,
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going all by myself has...
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really made me feel timid and fearful.
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"Anyway, what did you hear today?"
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I knew asking that it wouldn't do anything for me.
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A spilling jar of honey breaks,
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a new day arrives, and that night's central point would have to be
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that there was no point waiting there.
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Just stopgapping the light flowing from me,
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looked at, and then discarded.
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I guess I have no choice but to continue waiting.
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So, knowing why I was born,
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it starts making a case for why I should just die.
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Some day I'll just disappear,
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though where and how, I wonder...
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"Anyway, what did you eat today?"
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I knew asking that it wouldn't do anything for me.
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An empty jar of honey is taken,
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a new day arrives, in the sky...
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