關於 a sky full of stars lyrics ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

【だからキミは負けるんだ】


今日は、仕事のノウハウみたいなではなくて、僕が今、一番熱を入れている映画『えんとつ町のプペル』のお話をしたいと思います。

僕は、もともと漫才師としてスタートして、漫才を書いていて、自分を育ててくれた師匠と呼べる人が「後藤ひろひと」という劇作家ですから、舞台の脚本も書いていて……
そこから絵本作家に転職して、絵を描いて、ストーリーを描いて、で、絵本の曲も作るんですね。
あの「♪ハロハロハロハロウィン」って曲を作った人です。

https://youtu.be/Rihe2JOyLQA

劇場の楽屋に小道具のギターがあるもんですから、空き時間に触っているうちに、ギターが弾けるようになりました。

ちなみに、次々回作の絵本『夢幻鉄道』のテーマソングもいいのが作れたので、YouTubeで検索してみてください。

https://youtu.be/PkoCXybjrrw

　
そんな感じで仕事をしているので、映画『えんとつ町のプペル』における僕の役割は、「原作・脚本・製作総指揮・宣伝・作詞作曲」という忙しいことになっています。



このことを受けて、時々、「ゴーストライターがいるんでしょ！」と時々言われるんです（笑）

これに関しては、「西野がこんなに素晴らしいものを作れるハズがない」という意味なので、褒め言葉でしかないのですが、残念ながら、僕、ゴーストライターなんていないんです。

　
分業している場合は、「分業しています」と公表しています。
その方がいいんですよ。
いろんなクリエイターさんに「西野の仕事に参加したい」と思ってもらった方が得なので、絶対に、その人の名前を出す。

出さない場合もありますが、それは出すべきではない場合です。

たとえば、三日前にYouTubeチャンネルにアップした『えんとつ町のプペル』の動画の備考欄には、歌詞の他に、「歌、作詞作曲、編曲、振付」のスタッフの名前しか入っていません。

照明さんや美術さんや衣装さんの名前は入っていないんですね。
あくまで、あそこは音楽に関する情報を載せる場所として位置付けているので。

関わったスタッフの名前を全員書いてしまったら、８０人ぐらいになっちゃう。

ああいった、いわば「CM」の場合は、基本、スタッフの名前は載せません。
テレビCMの最後に「ディレクター＝○○」と出ないのと同じです。



ただ、ストーリーを書いたり、音楽を作ったりする場合、僕には「ゴーストライター」と呼ばれる人はいません。

珍しいパターンだと思いますが、こと「ビジネス書」においても、僕はライターを雇っていません。
自分で書いた方が圧倒的に早くて、自分の仕事が減るからです。

パフォーマンスでも何でもなくて、５万部売れるビジネス書でよければ、５〜６時間で書けます。
すでに自分の中にある体験と考察を文字起こしするだけなので。



「キー！」となるかもしれませんが、「ゴーストライターだろ！」と言っちゃたり、思っちゃったりする人が、コンパしたり、ナンパしたり、家族旅行に行ったり、ワイドショーを観てタレントの不倫にとやかく言ったり、何も考えずにボケーっと受験勉強している間、僕は、一つでも踏み誤ると死んでしまう戦場でずっと戦ってきました。
かれこれ２０年ほど、平均労働時間は１９時間です。

でもって、この２０年というのは、「勝ちパターンを捨て続けた２０年」で、コツを掴んだ職は、どんどん捨てて、新しい領域に挑戦し続けた２０年です。

なもんで、能力と知識量に圧倒的な差が生まれるのは当たり前の話で、僕は「努力は報われる」ということを言っていきたいので、ここは隠したくありません。

反則技を使っているわけでも何でもなくて、「キミの１０００倍努力してるから、キミの１０００倍の結果を出しているんだよ」というだけの話だと思っています。

　
そして、この現実を受け入れず、「いやいや、ドーピング的な…何か特別な力が働いているに違いない」という思ってしまっているうちは、一生始まらないまま人生が終わっちゃうので、それが嫌なら受け入れてください。


「僕、こんな努力をしてますよ」と自分から言う奴、なかなかいないと思うのですが、いい機会なので言っておきます。

　
今日も映画『えんとつ町のプペル』のアフレコがあるわけですが、そこでは、声優さんから質問があったり、「ここは、こんな感じでお願いします」と指示を出さなきゃいけない。

なので、家で「指示を出す練習」をしていくんです。
自分も、実際にやれるようにしておく。


たとえば…


「えんとつ町は煙突だらけ。
そこかしこから煙が上がり、頭の上はモックモク、黒い煙でモックモク。
朝から晩までモックモク。
えんとつ町に住む人は黒い煙に閉じ込められて、青い空を知りやしない。輝く星を知りやしない。

見上げることを捨てた街で、一人の男が上を見た。
町を覆った黒い煙に、男が想いを馳せたのは、酒場で出会ったお喋りモグラが聞かせてくれた夢物語。

煙の向こうの世界の話。光り輝く世界の話。
ありやしないと思ったが、全くないとも言い切れない。
なぜなら誰も行っていない。答えは誰も持っていない。

それから男は日ごと夜ごと、煙の向こうの世界の話を、何度も何度も叫んだが、バカだバカだと囃されて、ホラ吹きものだと切り捨てられた。

男が一体、何をした。
男が誰を傷つけた？　
そこに理由はありゃしない。

見上げることを捨てた町では、『目立たぬように』の大合唱。
見上げることを捨てた町では、夢を語れば笑われて、行動すれば叩かれる。

黒い煙は町を飲み込み、一縷の光も許さない。
黒い煙は人を飲み込み、あらゆる勇気を認めない。
それでも男は声をあげ、震える膝をひた隠し、船に乗り込み海にでた。
暗くて怖い海にでた。
誰もいない海にでた」



これは主人公の少年の父親が、自作の紙芝居を披露するシーンのセリフなのですが、今、僕は何かを見ながら書いたわけではなくて、これぐらいは暗記してるんです。
指示を出す人間として、これぐらいは。

これって、「何回もやっているうちに覚えた」という類のものなので、才能とかセンスじゃないじゃないですか。

これがプロです。


もし良かったら、一度、僕の会社のインターン生にでもなって、僕の近くで、僕の仕事を見てみてください。

たぶん、絶望すると思います（笑）

先ほども申し上げましたが、「努力がモノを言う」というところを伝えていきたいので、今後も、この部分は包み隠さず、積極的に頑張ったアピールをしていきたいと思います。



そうそう。

映画公開は１２月２５日なのですが、１２月２５日の夜に、YouTubeの生配信をして、映画をご覧になられた方に向けて、「あそこのシーン、実は○○なんだよ」という話をしたいので、映画は初日に観に行ってください。

今のうちに、１２月２５日のスケジュールに印を入れておいてね。
それでは、映画『えんとつ町のプペル』のアフレコに行ってきます。


　
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That's why you lose.


Today, it's not like work know-how, but I would like to talk about the movie ′′ a in the town ′′ that I'm in the middle of the day, and I'm going to have a good time.

I was originally a manzai teacher, writing a manzai, and a master who raised me is a playwright called ′′ goto hiroto...... so I also wrote the script of the stage......
I'm going to change my job to a picture book writer, draw a picture, draw a story, and make a picture book song too.
This is the one who made the song. Hallo Halloween ′′

https://youtu.be/Rihe2JOyLQA

There's a prop guitar in the theater dressing room, so I can play guitar while I'm touching the free time.

By the way, I was able to make a theme song for the picture book ′′ Phantom Railway ′′ which was made one after another, so please search for it on Youtube.

https://youtu.be/PkoCXybjrrw

　
I'm working like that, so my role in the movie ′′ a in the town ′′ is going to be busy called ′′ Original Script Production General command promotion lyrics,"



Sometimes it's said that sometimes," there's a ghost writer!" lol

As for this, it means ′′ Nishino can't make such a wonderful thing," so it's only a compliment, but unfortunately, I don't have a ghost writer.

　
If you are in the middle of labor, you are publishing ′′ division of labor,"
It's better to be.
It's better to have a lot of creators think ′′ I want to participate in nishino's work so I'll definitely name the person.

Sometimes you don't put it out, but it's if you shouldn't put it out.

For example, in the notes section of the video of ′′ a no-′′ that I uploaded to the youtube channel three days ago, besides the lyrics, there is only the name of the staff of ′′ songs, lyrics, arrangement, choreography ′′ I'm sorry.

There is no name of lighting, art, or costumes.
It's just that it's a place to put information on music.

If you write all the names of the staff involved, it will be about 80 people.

Oh well, so in case of ′′ cm I don't put the name of the basic, staff.
At the end of the tv commercial, ′′ it's the same as not going out with director.



It's just that if you write a story or make music, I don't have anyone called ′′ Ghost writer

I think it's a rare pattern, but even in the ′′ business book I don't hire a writer.
It's more overwhelming to write yourself, because my work is reduced.

If you don't have a performance or anything, you can write it in 5 TO 6 hours if you don't mind a business book that sells 5 million
I'm just going to make a character of my experience and thoughts already in my own.



It may be ′′ key!" but," it's a ghost writer, and people who think about it, are compound, flirting, family trip, and watch the shows. I've been fighting for a battlefield where I'm going to die when I'm talking about talent adultery, and I'm studying the exam without thinking about anything.
It's been about 20 years, average working time is 19 hours.

So, this 20 is," 20 years that I've been throwing away the winning pattern," and the job that grabbed the trick is more and more throwing away, and it's been 20 years since I've been trying to challenge the new area I'm sorry.

So, it's obvious that the overwhelming difference in the ability and knowledge is born, and I want to say that ′′ effort is rewarded so I don't want to hide it here.

I'm not using a foul trick, but I'm just saying that I'm trying twice as hard as you, so I'm going to have 1000 times the results of you," I'm sorry.

　
And I don't accept this reality," no no, it's doping... I think something special is working... my life is over without starting for a lifetime. So accept it if you don't like it.


I don't think there's a person who says ′′ I'm doing this kind of effort but I'm going to say it because it's a good opportunity.

　
There is also a recording of the movie ′′ a in the town ′′ today, but there is a question from the voice actor, and I have to give instructions that ′′ I'm going to have a good time here,"

So I'm going to do ′′ practice to instruct ′′ at home.
I will actually be able to do it.


For example...


′′ A town is full of chimney.
Smoke from there, moc mok on my head, black smoke and moc mok.
Moc. from morning to night.
People who live in a town are trapped in black smoke and don't know the blue sky. I don't know the shining stars.

In a city that abandoned looking up, one man looked up.
The Black smoke that covered the town, the man made his thoughts on the dream that the heyyy mole I met at the bar told me.

The story of the world across the smoke. The story of the shining world.
I thought it wouldn't be, but I can't say it at all.
Because no one has gone. No one has the answer.

Then the man shouted over and over again, day and night, the story of the world across the smoke, but he was told that he was stupid, and he was cut off as a hola.

What the hell did a man do?
Who did the man hurt?
There is no reason there.

In the town that abandoned looking up, a big choir of ′′ conspicuous,"
In a town that abandoned looking up, if you speak your dreams, you will be laughed, and if you act, you will be slapped.

Black smoke swallows the town and doesn't allow the light of all times.
Black smoke swallows people and doesn't acknowledge every courage.
And yet the man gave a voice, trembling his knees, and he got into the ship and went to the sea.
It was in a dark and scary sea.
I was in the sea with no one ′′



This is the line of the scene of the protagonist boy's father showing off his own kamishibai, but now I didn't write it while watching something, and I'm memorizing this much.
As a person who gives instructions, this is so much.

This is the kind of thing that ′′ I remembered while I've been doing it many times," so it's not talent or sense.

This is the professional.


If you'd like, once you'd like to be my company intern student, near me, take a look at my work.

I think I'm probably going to despair lol

I said it earlier, but I want to tell you that ′′ effort is saying things," and in the future, I would like to make an appeal that I have been actively working hard.



That's right.

The movie is on December 25th, but on the night of December 25th, I'm going to have a live broadcast on Youtube, and I'm going to have a good time with the movie," the scene over there, actually ○○ I want to talk about ′′ what is it so go see the movie on the first day.

While you're in the middle of the day, mark your schedule for December 25th.
Well, I'm going to go to the recording of the movie ′′ a in town ′′


　
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Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

《夜の国》
トリル / Trill / 顫音
作詞 / Lyricist：aimerrhythm
作曲 / Composer：飛内将大
編曲 / Arranger：飛内将大、 玉井健二
歌 / Singer：Aimer
翻譯：CH（CH Music Channel）
意譯：CH（CH Music Channel）
English Translation: Genius Lyrics

背景 / Background - "Yuru no Kuni" scene :
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英文翻譯 / English Translation :
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日文歌詞 / Japanese Lyrics :
かすれた声のまま　消えた君は帰らないから
冷たい夜空のよう　闇の中　滲んでゆくこと
散らかったおもちゃや　吐き捨てたどろんこさえも
美しく輝く星屑を探してたんだね？

ミッドナイトにカスタネットを　どうかするくらい鳴らして
It’s all rightとか　いっそcryとか　どうかしてるから言わないで
10日前から　こんな毎日　過ごした程度で怖がって
Only oneのLonely night　眠れないまま

揺れるトレモロのように囁く言葉が
失くした記憶の灯火を　そっと胸の奥で揺らめかせて
平気なんて嘘ばかりで
君は幻の翼で空に浮かんで　得意げな顔でおどける
ふいにふりしぼる　その笑顔が　さよならの合図なんだと　わかっていた

明日になれば　また　この空は違って見えるかな？
大人になれば　ただ　目を閉じて眠ってしまうかな？
繋がれた鎖や　せわしない時計の針が
美しく輝く星屑を連れて行くんだね

交差点から高架線まで　いっそライトは消し去って
It’s all rightとか　いっそcryとか　どうかしてるから言わないで
通り過ぎてく　こんな毎日　過ごしてばっかじゃ　ダメだって
Only oneのLonely night　聞こえてるかな？

君は瞬きと共に過ぎてく時間も　遠くから見てると微笑んで
夜がつきつける　その明日を　あの日見た絵本のように　愛していて

揺れるトレモロの夜にきらめく雫が　集めた奇跡を音にして
ずっと憧れてた　夢見ていた　おやすみの合図のように
そして　思い出は二人の音を結んで　途切れないトリル奏でる
夜がつきつける　その明日を　あの日見た絵本のように
君を打ちつける　その涙も　朝を待つ世界のように　愛していて

愛していて

中文歌詞 / Chinese Lyrics :
就算用嘶啞的聲音叫喊，但早已離去的你也回不來了啊
猶如冰冷刺骨的夜晚，漸漸滲入黑夜的死寂
但不論是四處散落的玩具，亦或被吐出口的泥濘
也曾探尋著美麗又璀璨生輝的星塵吧？

午夜時分的響板們啊，請盡你們所能地響徹鳴奏吧
「已經沒事了」、「盡情哭泣吧」，讓人難受就請別再說了
自十天前開始，每日都如此虛度光陰令我感到膽怯
在這孤單的無法入睡的夜晚，徹夜未眠

夜裡紛飛著，彷彿震音般的喃喃細語
幾時曾遺落的記憶燈火，靜靜地在這內心深處搖曳渲染
你總是撒下和煦平靜的謊言安撫此心
你展著虛幻的羽翼在空中翱翔，一臉得意地作伴嬉戲
不經意地竭盡哭喊，但我知道的啊，你那強顏歡笑，正是象徵離別的信號

倘若到了明天，還能看見這片不同的天空嗎？
倘若成了大人，閉上雙眼就能夠入眠了嗎？
但緊緊相繫的鎖鏈，亦或急忙奔走的時針
仍會帶著絢麗耀眼的繁星離去吧

自十字路口到高架鐵道，索性將所有光芒都抹去吧
「已經沒事了」、「盡情哭泣吧」，讓人難受就請別再說了
總是如此虛度光陰地度過每一日可不行啊
在這孤單的形單影隻的夜晚，你能聽見嗎？

與你共度的時光轉瞬即逝，但你仍會自遙遠的彼方面帶微笑守望
「哪怕漫漫長夜迎面而來、待至明日，仍將如那一天的繪本所描繪般，深愛著你。」

夜裡搖曳著，滴滴晶瑩剔透、熠熠生輝的震音，猶如匯聚而成的奇蹟樂章
我一直憧憬著、日夜夢著那聲響，聽來彷彿告別夜晚的信號
彼此的回憶令二人的聲音緊緊相繫，響徹永不停歇的顫音合奏
「哪怕漫漫長夜迎面而來、待至明日，仍將如那一天的繪本所描繪般——」
「那簌簌滴落你面頰的淚水，仍將如靜待黎明的世界般——深愛著你。」

「深愛著你。」

英文歌詞 / English Lyrics :
My voice is still hoarse since you disappeared, never to return
Inside darkness resembling a cold night sky, tears blur my eyes
As even within scattered toys and spilled mud, I'm searching
For beautiful, shining pieces of stardust

Somehow I'm able to ring the castanets at midnight
Whether it's all right or whether I'd rather cry, I'll manage somehow, so don't tell me
Ten days ago, the thought of spending, every day like this terrified me
Only one lonely night, I'm still unable to sleep

Like a wavering tremolo, the whispered words
Make forgotten memories, as torches, gently flicker in the depths of my chest
The seeming composure is just a lie
Lifted by wings of fantasy, you float in the sky, joking with an elated expression on your face
That smile in which you put forth your entire heart, somehow, I understood it was a sign of farewell

If tomorrow comes, will this sky look different then, too?
If I grow up, will I be able to fall asleep just by closing my eyes?
The chains linking us together, and the rushing hand of the clock
Are taking away with them the beautifully shining stardust

From the intersection to the overhead train, I'd rather the light wipe it all away
Whether it's all right or whether I'd rather cry, I'll manage somehow, so don't tell me
Though day after day passes, I can't just spend each one like this
Only one lonely night, will you be able to hear me?

You're in the twinkling of the stars as well as the past we shared, watching over me from afar and smiling
"When night confronts you in the coming days, like in those picture books we read back then, I'll always love you"

In the night with a wavering tremolo, the sparkling droplets. Cause the gathered miracles to let out a sound
Forever full of longing, I fell into dreams, as if it were a sign of farewell

Then, our memories tie our sounds together, playing a trill that will never come to an end
"When night confronts you in the coming days, like in the picture books we read back then"
"Even those tears which drip heavily from you now. just like a world waiting for morning, I'll always love all of you"
"I'll always love all of you"

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Lyrics:

Cause you're a sky
你似那浩瀚的蒼穹
Cause you're a sky full of stars
恰如那滿天繁星
I'm gonna give you my heart
我願為你傾付真心
Cause you're a sky
你似那無邊的天際
Cause you're a sky full of stars
宛如那漫天繁星
Cause you light up the path
你的光芒照亮了黑暗的道路

I don't care
我不在意
Go on and tear me apart
繼續前進 即使身心俱疲
I don't care if you do
只要你的光芒還在我就義無反顧
Cause you're a sky
只因你是我嚮往的蒼穹
Cause you're a sky full of stars
只因我心醉的漫天星光
I think I saw you
我想我已窺見你的容顏

I don't care
我不在意
Go on and tear me apart
繼續前進 即使身心俱疲
I don't care if you do
只要你的光芒還在我就義無反顧

Cause you're a sky
你就是那無邊的蒼穹
Cause you're a sky full of stars
你就是那最耀眼的星空
I want to die in your arms
我願為之長眠你的懷抱
Cause you get lighter
你的光芒更加耀眼
The more it gets dark
當黑夜降下更深的帷幕
I'm going to give you my heart
我願為你傾付真心

I don't care
我不在意
Go on and tear me apart
繼續前行 即便粉身碎骨
I don't care if you do
只要你的光芒還在我又有何顧慮
Cause you're a sky
只因你是那浩瀚的蒼穹
Cause you're a sky full of stars
恰如那彌漫天際的無邊繁星
I think I saw you
我想我窺見了你的容顏

I don't care
我不在意
Go on and tear me apart
繼續前行即便粉身碎骨
I don't care if you do
只要你的光芒還在我又有何顧慮

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《Midnight Sun》
Cold Sun / 冽日
作詞 / Lyricist：aimerrhythm
作曲 / Composer：横山裕章
編曲 / Arranger：玉井健二、大西省吾
歌 / Singer：Aimer
翻譯：夏德爾
English Translation: Thaerin

背景 / Background - danse solitaire - Hiten:
https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/78391247

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中文翻譯 / Chinese Translation :
https://home.gamer.com.tw/creationDet...

英文翻譯 / English Translation :
https://www.lyrical-nonsense.com/lyri...

日文歌詞 / Japanese Lyrics :
重ねた言葉は何を守るため?
強くなれるだけでいい　答えはもういらない
例えば心は傷を負うだけで
それだけのものだとしたら　悲しいね
それでも空を見上げてる

行き場をなくした月の影　勢いを増した向かい風
知らないどこかで手にした何かは
音を立て　すぐに消えた

そう　世界の片隅で
祈りとか誓いすら意味をなさない
居場所すら忘れ　歩き続けてく

かざした刃は誰を守るため?
強くなれるだけでいい　答えはもういらない
例えば心は傷を負うだけで
それだけのものだとしても　かまわない
それでも空を見上げてる

うつむいたままの景色まで　目に映るものは痛みだけ
知らない誰かに望んだ全ては　今はもう風に消えた

そう　世界はまわるだけ
残された期待なら意味をなさない
求めたものは捨て　歩き続けてく

重ねた言葉は何を守るため?
弱さと向き合うなら　涙はもういらない
「さよなら」「さよなら」くりかえすだけで
それだけの日々だとしたら　悲しいね
それでも空を見上げてる
いまでも星を探してる

夜明けを求めた旅人は
真夜中輝く　青い太陽
傷ついたこと　傷つけたこと
すべて体温(ねつ)にかえるまで　ずっと歩いてく

重ねた言葉は何を守るため?
強くなれるだけでいい　答えはもういらない
かざした刃は誰を守るため?
弱さと向き合うなら　涙はもういらない

心は 心は 傷を負うだけで
それだけのものだとしても　かまわない
それでも空を見上げてる

中文歌詞 / Chinese Lyrics :
那些持續說服自我的話語，是為了堅持什麼？
只要能變得更堅強就好，我們不需要知道那會有什麼結果
假如說，擁有心靈只會背負更多的傷痛
如果心靈真的僅是這樣的東西，那真是令人哀傷
但即使哀傷，我們仍只能仰望著這片天空

失去藏身之所的月影，昏暗的是漸漸加劇的逆風
在不知名的地方，落入手中的那些未知之物
也僅是留下聲音的殘影，轉瞬飛散了

是的，無論是祈禱甚至是誓言
在這角落的世界裡都沒有任何作用
而我們只能一面忘卻自己的棲身之所，一面持續向前

武裝了自己的信念，是為了守護什麼人？
只需變得堅強，答案什麼的就通通捨棄吧
假如說，擁有心靈也只會讓我們背負更多的傷痛
而就算心靈真的僅是這樣的東西，那也無所謂了
我們也僅是追尋著這片天空

從遠處一直到低頭、映入眼簾的都只有痛苦的風景
對著不知名的某人所渴求的那些願望，現在，也全消散在風中了

沒錯，這個世界僅是前進著
若是那些被遺留於身後的期望，那都已經失去意義
捨棄那些曾經追求過的東西，我們，僅須向前

持續鼓舞自己的話語，是為了堅持什麼？
若是要面對自己的懦弱，就捨棄我們的眼淚吧
僅是重複著「再見」與「再見」
若走過的日子僅有這些離別的話，那真是讓人感傷
但即使如此，我們仍追求著這片天空
如今，我們也仍在尋找著星斗

那些追尋黎明的旅人
是於午夜中燃燒青焰的烈日
無論是受了傷的過去，還是傷害了他人的過往
直至將這一切全化作自己的體內的炙熱，他們將一直、一直走下去

累積下來的千言萬語，究竟是為了堅持什麼？
只要能變得更堅強就好，堅強的結果是什麼我們並不需要知道
而武裝了自己的信念，到底是為了與什麼人抗衡？
若是要對抗自己的脆弱，眼淚什麼的我們也已經不再需要

就算，心靈的傷痕只會不斷、不停的增加
縱使心靈就是如此的東西，那都無足畏懼
因為無論如何，我們，都只會持續追尋著這片天空

英文歌詞 / English Lyrics :
Just what are the words I’ve piled up meant to protect?
I’d be satisfied with them merely making me stronger; I don’t need an answer anymore.
But if it were really nothing more,
Than something to cause me pain, it would be so sad;
Nonetheless, I’m still looking up to the sky.

Like the moon’s shadow when it has nowhere left to run, or a headwind increasing in strength,
An unknown thing obtained, in an unknown place, made an audible noise before vanishing.

That’s right: in the corners of the world, prayers and oaths exercise no meaning,
Forgetting where they belong only to walk on endlessly.

Just who is the blade we hold aloft meant to protect?
I’d be satisfied with it merely making me stronger; I don’t need an answer anymore.
But even if it was really nothing more,
Than something to cause me pain, I wouldn’t mind;
I’m still looking up to the sky.

Everything that reflects in my eyes is full of pain, even the scenery I see lying face down,
As the entirety of some unknown person’s desires gets carried away by the wind.

That’s right: just by the world spinning ’round, any hopes still left will exercise no meaning,
Leaving all who sought them to walk on endlessly.

Just what are the words I’ve piled up meant to protect?
If I can face my weaknesses, I’ll no longer have need for tears.
But if these days are to consist of nothing more,
Than repeating, “Farewell!”, “Farewell!”, it would be so sad;
Nonetheless, I’m still looking up to the sky.

Even now, I’m still searching for the stars.

The travelers who sought after the dawn,
Are a pale sun shining at midnight,
Walking on and on,
Until all the pain exchanged to and fro converts to heat.

Just what are the words I’ve piled up meant to protect?
I’d be satisfied with them merely making me stronger; I don’t need an answer anymore.
Just who is the blade we hold aloft meant to protect?
If I can face my weaknesses, I’ll no longer have need for tears.
Even if the only real purpose for this heart,
Is to be wounded, I wouldn’t mind;
I’m still looking up to the sky.