Echoes of Emotion - "ๅƒ•ใŒๆญปใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใฏ"

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Thoughts on Music Series
Song TitleTranslationLink
ๅƒ•ใŒๆญปใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใฏI Once Thought I’d Rather Diehttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/214
ใ‚ใใ‚่‰ฒใฑใ‚ŒใฃใจAqua-Colored Palettehttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/219
ๆ‹ใฎๆŠผใ—ๅฃฒใ‚ŠLove Push-Sellinghttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/220
17ใ•ใ„ใฎใ†ใŸSong of a 17-Year-Oldhttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/224
dropomithttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/230
็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใ ็งใธTo the Me Who Chose to Livehttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/239
rainy ladyomithttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/249
ๆ‹ใ—ใใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฉใ“ใ†If You Want to Fall in Love, Clap Your Handshttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/250
pris-magic!Prism Magic!https://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/260
ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไธ–็•ŒใงIn Such a Wonderful Worldhttps://blog.yexca.net/en/archives/270

Introduction

Is there a a way to study language listening without feeling like you’re studying, sometimes you can listen to repeatedly and try shadowing? Isn’t that music!

I thought about that I only understand part of songs I listen to. If I analyze and understand the lyrics more deeply, maybe I can really treat it as language practice.

I’ll start with the first song, which, although a little heavy, has accompanied me for most of my time. It’s a song I can listen to over and over again without getting tired of it.

Music Video

Lyrics

ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€ใ‚ฆใƒŸใƒใ‚ณใŒๆกŸใ•ใ‚“ๆฉ‹ใฐใ—ใง้ณดใชใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because a black-tailed gull cried on the pier

ๆณขใชใฟใฎ้šๆ„ใšใ„ใ„ใซๆตฎใ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใงๆถˆใใˆใ‚‹ใ€€้ŽๅŽปใ‹ใ“ใ‚‚ๅ•„ใคใ„ใฐใ‚“ใง้ฃ›ใจใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‘

Drifting at the whim of the waves, disappearing and carrying away the past as they fly

ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚‡ใ†ใณใซๆใ‚ใ‚“ใšใฎ่ŠฑใฏใชใŒๅ’ฒใ•ใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because the apricot blossoms bloomed on my birthday

ใใฎๆœจใ“ๆผใ‚‚ใ‚Œๆ—ฅใณใงใ†ใŸใŸๅฏใญใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€€่™ซใ‚€ใ—ใฎๆญปใ—้ชธใŒใ„ใจๅœŸใคใกใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใช

If I take a nap under the sunlight filtering through the trees, will I become a corpse and return to the soil?

่–„่ทใฏใฃใ‹้ฃดใ‚ใ‚ใ€€ๆผๆธฏใŽใ‚‡ใ“ใ†ใฎ็ฏๅฐใจใ†ใ ใ„ใ€€้Œ†ใ•ใณใŸใ‚ขใƒผใƒๆฉ‹ใฐใ—ใ€€ๆจใ™ใฆใŸ่‡ช่ปข่ปŠใ˜ใฆใ‚“ใ—ใ‚ƒ

Mint candy, the lighthouse at the fishing port, a rusty arch bridge, and an abandoned bicycle

ๆœจ้€ ใ‚‚ใใžใ†ใฎ้ง…ใˆใใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใƒ–ใฎๅ‰ใพใˆใงใ€€ใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ๆ—…ใŸใณ็ซ‹ใ ใฆใชใ„ๅฟƒใ“ใ“ใ‚

In front of the stove at the wooden station, a heart unable to set out anywhere

ไปŠๆ—ฅใใ‚‡ใ†ใฏใพใ‚‹ใงๆ˜จๆ—ฅใใฎใ†ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‚ใ™ใ‚’ๅค‰ใ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ไปŠๆ—ฅใใ‚‡ใ†ใ‚’ๅค‰ใ‹ใˆใชใใ‚ƒ

Today feels just like yesterday. If you want to change tomorrow, you have to change today

ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€€ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ

I know, I understand, but…

ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€ๅฟƒใ“ใ“ใ‚ใŒ็ฉบใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฝใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because my heart felt completely empty

ๆบ€ใฟใŸใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๆณฃใชใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€€ใใฃใจๆบ€ใฟใŸใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใจ้ก˜ใญใŒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰

Crying over emptiness, because deep down, you wish to be fulfilled


ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€้ด็ดใใคใฒใ‚‚ใŒ่งฃใปใฉใ‘ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because my shoelace came undone

็ตใ‚€ใ™ใณใชใŠใ™ใฎใฏ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใซใŒใฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€€ไบบใฒใจใจใฎ็น‹ใคใชใŒใ‚Šใ‚‚ใพใŸ็„ถใ—ใ‹ใ‚Š

I’m not good at tying them again, and the same goes for building connections with others

ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใผใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฟใคใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because a boy was staring at me

ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใ†ใˆใงๅœŸไธ‹ๅบงใฉใ’ใ–ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€€ใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใฒใฎๅƒ•ใผใใซใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใจ

He’s prostrating on the bed, apologizing to me from that day

ใƒ‘ใ‚ฝใ‚ณใƒณใฎ่–„ใ†ใ™ๆ˜Žใ‚ใ‹ใ‚Šใ€€ไธŠ้šŽใ˜ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ„ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใ‚„ใฎ็”Ÿๆดป้Ÿณใ›ใ„ใ‹ใคใŠใ‚“

The faint light from the computer, the sounds of life from the room upstairs

ใ‚คใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒณใฎใƒใƒฃใ‚คใƒ ใฎ้ŸณใŠใจใ€€่€ณใฟใฟใ‚’ๅกžใตใ›ใ้ณฅใจใ‚Šใ‹ใ”ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญใ‚“

The sound of the intercom chime, the boy in the bridcage covering his ears

่ฆ‹ใฟใˆใชใ„ๆ•ตใฆใใจๆˆฆใŸใŸใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€€ๅ…ญ็•ณใ‚ใใ˜ใ‚‡ใ†ไธ€้–“ใฒใจใพใฎใƒ‰ใƒณใ‚ญใƒ›ใƒผใƒ†

Fighting with an invisible enemy, in a six-tatami mat room, a Don Quixote

ใ‚ดใƒผใƒซใฏใฉใ†ใ›้†œใฟใซใใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ•

The goal is inevitably an ugly thing

ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€ๅ†ทใคใ‚ใŸใ„ไบบใฒใจใจ่จ€ใ„ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because I was called a cold person

ๆ„›ใ‚ใ„ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใจๆณฃใชใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€€ไบบใฒใจใฎๆธฉใฌใใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‚’็Ÿฅใ—ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

Crying because I want to be loved, as I’ve already known the warmth of others


ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€ใ‚ใชใŸใŒๅฅ‡้บ—ใใ‚Œใ„ใซ็ฌ‘ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because you smile so beautifully

ๆญปใ—ใฌใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Š่€ƒใ‹ใ‚“ใŒใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใฏใ€€ใใฃใจ็”Ÿใ„ใใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ“ใจใซ็œŸ้ข็›ฎใพใ˜ใ‚ใ™ใŽใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰

The reason I keep thinking about dying is probably I take life too seriously

ๅƒ•ใผใใŒๆญปใ—ใฎใ†ใจๆ€ใŠใ‚‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€€ใพใ ใ‚ใชใŸใซๅ‡บไผšใงใ‚ใฃใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰

I thought of ending my life because I hadn’t met you yet

ใ‚ใชใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบบใฒใจใŒ็”Ÿใ†ใพใ‚ŒใŸใ€€ไธ–็•Œใ›ใ‹ใ„ใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ™ใ“ใ—ๅฅฝใ™ใใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆ

Because of people like you being born, I started to like this world a little

ใ‚ใชใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบบใฒใจใŒ็”Ÿใ„ใใฆใ‚‹ใ€€ไธ–็•Œใ›ใ‹ใ„ใซๅฐ‘ใ™ใ“ใ—ๆœŸๅพ…ใใŸใ„ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ

Because of people like you living, I started to look forward to this world a little

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