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Seorang Suami Menemui Sebuah Diari Arwah Isterinya Dan Hampir Pitam Selepas Membaca Kandungan Diari Tersebut Kerana Rupanya Arwah Isterinya Itu Sudah Banyak Kali...
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Apa yang nak aku tuliskan ini, jadikan lah sebagai pengajaran buat semua lelaki di luar sana yang bergelar suami. Kisah ini mungkin menyayat hati bagi yang masih ada ‘hati’.

Hari ni genap 67 hari arwah isteri aku meninggl. Dan selama 67 hari ini juga aku tak henti henti menangis di atas pemergian isteri yang paling aku sayang. Bukan aku tak redha, cuma aku rasa seperti tak lepas.

Seperti ada sesuatu yg belum selesai antara kami. Dan malam ini, aku terjaga bukan kerana tangisan baby yg minta disusukan, tapi kerana seakan terdengar dengar tangisan arwah. Allahu..aku tak kuat.

Aku dah berkahwin selama lebih kurg 3 tahun setengah dengan isteri. Kami kahwin muda. Seawal usia aku 20, dan isteri 19. Di awal perkahwinan, semuanya indah belaka. Aku sgt mencintai isteri sehingga langsung tak boleh berjauhan dengan nya.

Sampai kadang kadang bila kena oustation, aku menangis rindukan dia pada waktu malam (aku bekerja di company milik family, dan dia belajar di ipts dekat dgn rumah) . Pergi ke mana saja, aku akan bawa dia bersama. Hatta keluar isi minyak atau beli top up pun dia akan merengek nak ikut. Isteri aku mmg manja org nya dan type of overly attached wife. Tapi aku tak rimas, malah aku suka.

Kami memang sangat rapat. Tambahan pula kami bercinta lepas nikah. We explore everything together. Bila dia cuti sem, aku akan bawa dia berjalan mana dia nak pergi. Isteri aku cantik orgnya. Bukan aku puji sebab dia isteri aku, tetapi sebab semua orang pun cakap perkara sama.

Bila keluar, kalau isteri aku melaram mesti ada je mata yang duk pandang pandang. Memang aku sakit hati, tapi aku pujuk diri dengan cakap takpelah, dia milik aku skrg. Lagipun aku tahu isteri aku mmg jenis sangat tidak melayan.

Bercakap dengan lelaki pun kurang. Dulu masa nak pikat hati dia pun ambil masa berbulan baru dapat kenal. Dia seorang yang sopan, dan menutup aurat dengan sempurna.

Dari awal kahwin, sehingga hampir setahun, aku rasa sangat senang dengan arwah. Kalau boleh, aku nak ada dekat dengan dia je 24jam. Bila ada kerja luar, aku akan settlekan cepat dan berkejar nak balik rumah.

Namun bila masa berlalu, tanpa aku sedar aku makin banyak berubah. Tanpa aku sedar, arwah makan hati dalam diam. Aku makin jauh dengan dia. Aku sibuk dengan kerja luar, sehingga aku rasa seronok berada di luar berbanding di rumah bersama isteri. Kadang kadang, aku cari je apa yang boleh aku settlekan di luar rumah sebab aku bosan stay dekat rumah.

Sepanjang perkahwinan, mmg aku langsung tak pernah keluar kalau bukan bersama arwah. Apa lagi nak lepak malam malam dengan kawan lama. Sampai laa suatu masa aku join macam macam club kereta dan motor.

Makin banyak alasan aku nak jumpa kawan itu dan kawan ini. Mula mula arwah diam , lama lama dia mula merungut yang dia bosan di rumah kesorangan. Tapi aku tak peduli pun. Kadang kadang dia menangis sebab kecil hati dengan aku. Tapi setiap kali dia menangis bila bergaduh atau berkecil hati, aku tak pernah pedulikan dia. Sedar sedar dia dah tertidur dengan air mata kat pipi.

Ye, aku tahu aku suami yg jahat. Aku biasakan dia dengan layanan seperti seorang puteri, kemudian aku ragut semuanya . Dari seorang suami yang cukup lembut, aku berubah menjadi seperti seekor singa bila bergaduh.

Aku akan ignore dia. Aku akan cakap kasar kasar dengan dia. Tangan aku mula pandai sentuh badan dia (itu kalau dia yg mulakan dulu). Sampai kadang kadang aku rasa mcm jodoh aku dengan dia dah takde.

Kami kerap bertengkar. Dan kebanyakannya berpunca dari sikap dia yang terlalu kuat cemburu. Tapi itu dulu, masa dia hidup. Bila dia dah pergi, baru aku sedar. Dia bukannya cemburu buta tetapi dia mahu aku jadi suami yg soleh. Dia mahukan yg terbaik untuk dunia dan akhirat aku. Allah, berdosanya aku.

Aku mengaku, aku memang susah nak jaga mata. Bila keluar berdua, dan ada perempuan cantik yg melintas depan kami mesti mata aku akan terpesona tgk kecantikan perempuan tu. Padahal isteri aku ada kat sebelah. Dan isteri aku pun sangat cantik.

Tapi aku tak pernah sedar semua tu. Bagi aku biasa lah tu lelaki mmg suka tgk perempuan cantik. Aku tak tahu yang isteri aku sedih dengan sikap aku tu. Arwah selalu tegur. Tapi aku buat tak tahu je. Sampai satu masa arwah dah tak tegur lagi, mungkin dia dah penat dengan perkara sama. Aku memang tak tahu bersyukur. Aku tak pernah rasa cukup dgn apa yg aku adaa. Sedangkan arwah dah cukup segalanya

To be honest, aku juga sukar jaga mata dari pandang perkara haram. Kadang kadang aku terlajak layan video prno. Tapi arwah tak pernah tahu. Sampai la satu hari masa dia mengandung 3 bulan, aku kantoi. Masa tu dia sedih sgt, sampai dapat migrain dan kena admit ward sebab pre eclampsia .

Aku risau sgt pasal baby masa tu. Dan it was the last time aku tgk mende keji tu. Aku dah bersumpah pada diri sendiri yg aku takkan tonton lagi umpan syaitan tu. Aku tak tahu kenapa, isteri aku halal untuk aku datangi bila bila masa tetapi pelacur di website itu juga yg aku nak tengok. Sedangkan t
Sedangkan tbuh isteri lebih cantik dari semua tu. Aku hina. Aku memang pendosa

Mulai hari tu, aku tengok isteri rajin bangun solat malam. Aku tahu, dia mengadu kepada Allah perihal aku. Aku tahu, dia bangun untuk doakan kebaikan bagi aku. Itupun semua aku tahu lepas dia dah pergi. Lepas dia dah meninggl. Lepas dah terlewat semua nya.

Seminggu lepas dia meninggl, aku kemas luggage pakaian dia. Dan aku terjumpa satu buku tebal. Aku ingatkan buku nota study dia. Rupanya dalam tu penuh catatan diari dia dari mula kahwin dengan aku sampai la hari terakhir sebelum di admit ward untuk give birth.

Aku baca semua. Air mata aku tumpas. Akurasa masa tu aku nak pergi gali semulaa kubur arwah aku nak peluk dia, aku nak cium dia, aku nak minta maaf aku nak minta ampun. Aku banyak dosa dengan dia.

“Abang, kenapa abg tengok semua tu. Sayang kan ada kalau abg berhajat? Mungkin sayang tak mengiurkan macam pelakon pelakon dlm video lcah tu. Syg minta maaf kalau syg tak pandai layan abg, sampai abg cari kepuasan melalui cara tu.

Ya allah, kau berilah hidayah pada suami aku. Abang, semoga Allah pelihara abang dari pandangan haram ye. Moga hati dan iman abg kuat ye. Takpe, syg tolong doakan abang setiap malam dan di setiap sujud syg. ”

” Cemburunya tengok abg duk pandang pandang perempuan tu tadi. Mmg la cantik. Tapi syg dah usaha habis baik nk bagi cantik jugakk bila keluar dgn abg

Sehelai demi sehelai lembaran tu aku belek. Dari sekecil kecil hingga ke sebesar besar hal dia ceritakan semua dalam buku tu. Baru skrg aku sedar , aku kurang beri perhatian pada dia selama ni. Dan ada satu luahan dalam buku tu ingatkan aku pada satu detik masa awal kehamilan arwah.

“Abang abang! Rasaa ni baby gerakk la! Aku emmm emm je. Mata asyik duk hadap hp. Bosan dgr dia merengek, aku alih tangan letak atas perut dia. Tapi mata masih lekat di skrin telefon. Dan segala kesedihan tu dia luahkan dalam buku tu. Memang aku dengar dia menangis malam tu tapi aku tak peduli pun. Mmg aku tak pernah nak pujuk kalau dia menangis. Apatah lagi nak tanya kenapa. Allahu.. kejam nya aku. Aku tak pernah peduli apa dia rasa.

Banyak yg aku baca dalam diari arwah. Patut laa dia dapat pre eclampsia (high blood prssure during pregnancy) . Padahal umur baru setahun jagung dan ini first baby. Rupanya banyak yg dia stress dan fikir pasal aku. Selama ni tanpa aku sedar, dia byk hide semua post di fb yg nengandungi unsur tak baik atau gmbr perempuan seksi. Betapa dia nak jaga dan nak bantu aku jadi baik.

Jahatnya aku. Memang aku tak pernah ada perempuan lain. Tapi aku seksa perasaan dan emosi dia. Dari apa yg aku baca, dia seolah menjadi sgt paranoid, memikirkan apa yg aku lihat di hp berkait dengan perempuan sksi, perempuan lain, atau tidak. Aku tak salahkan dia. Ini semua salah aku. Aku tak pernah fikir perasaan dia. Aku anggap semua remeh, semua kecil. Sedangkan dia menanggung derita yg besar.

Aku ingat lagi beberapa hari sebelum dia admit ward utk bersalin. Sewaktu dia nak turun beli makanan, dia sempat bergurau. Abang, rindu laa nak dengar abang ckp “awak jalan elok2 tau. Kalau ada org kacau, jerit nama abg kuat2”. Mmg dulu aku sangat lembut dan romantik dgn dia. Tapi aku xtahu mana semua tu pergi. Bukan arwah tak pernah cakap yg dia rindu aku yang dulu. Tapi aku tak pernah peduli.

Sekarang, semua dah takde. Yang tinggal hanya kenangan. Kenangan yang tak boleh mengembalikan apa apa. Dan arwah tinggalkan aku bersama zuriat kami. Nur amsya imani. Wajah iras sangat dengan arwah. Setiap kali aku pandang wajah anak syurga ini, setiap kali tu wajah arwah terbayang di mata. Allah..macam mana aku nak lalui hari hari mendatang.

Sungguh, aku sunyi. Dan sekarang baru aku faham erti sunyi yg isteri aku cakapkan selama ni bila stay dekat rumah sorang diri. Patut laa selama ni dia tak pernah tidur, dan tunggu aku balik walaupun tengah malam. Rupanya dia tak dapat tidur bila aku takde kat sblh

Aku dah hilang segalanya. Aku dah hilang isteri solehah yg sentiasa doakan kebaikan aku. aku dah hilang isteri yg selama ni jadi penguat aku. Abang rinduu nak naik motor dengan awak, sayang.. mcm awal kahwin dulu.

Pukul 1 pagi awak ajak round taman. Abang rinduu nak gurau dengan awak. Balik laa sayangg.. abg janji abg tak keluar dengan kawan dah. Abang janji abang tak hadap hp 24jam dah. Abang janji abg xpandang perempuan lain dah. Abang janji :(.

Menangis lah air mata darah pun. Arwah takkan kembali. Aku takde apa nak pesan banyak banyak. Tapi ambil laa kisah aku sebagai pengajaran. Tolong laa ambil sebagai pengajaran. Jangan sampai semua terlambat, baru kau nak menyesal. Aku menyesal. Menyesal. Menyesal.
A husband found a diary of his late wife and almost swoon after reading his diary content because apparently his late wife has many times...
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What I want to write about, make it a lesson for all the men out there who are called husbands. This story may be heartbreaking for those who still have 'heart'.

Today is only 67 days my late wife left. And for the past 67 days I haven't stopped crying over the passing of the wife that I love most. It's not that I don't accept it, it's just that I

It seems like there is something unfinished between us. And tonight, I'm awake not because of the baby's cry that asked to be breastfeed, but because it's like hearing the cry of the late Allahu.. I'm not strong.

I've been married for more than 3 years and a half to my wife. We married young. As early as I was 20, and wife 19. At the beginning of marriage, everything was beautiful. I love my wife so much that she can't be far from her.

Until sometimes when I get oustation, I cry missing him at night (I work in the family's company, and he's studying in IPTS near home). Go anywhere, I'll take her along. Hatta comes out of oil or even buy top up he will cry to follow. My wife is really spoiled by her person and type of overly attached wife. But I'm not crazy, but I like it.

We are very close. Plus we love after marriage. We explore everything together. When he's a semester holiday, I'll take him to walk where he wants to go. My wife is beautiful. I don't praise because she's my wife, but because everyone says the same.

When it comes out, if my wife dresses up there must be eyes that are looking at. I'm really hurt, but I persuade myself by saying it's okay, he's mine now. After all, I know that my wife is very kind of not entertaining.

Talking to a man is also lacking. In the past, when he was about to catch his heart, he took months to get to know him. He's a polite person, and cover his body perfectly.

From the beginning of marriage, until almost a year, I feel so happy with the late. If possible, I would like to be close to him for 24 hours. When there's an outdoor job, I'll settle fast and chase to go home.

But when time passes by, without me realizing I change more. Without me realizing, the spirit eats the heart in silence. I'm getting far away from him. I'm busy with outdoor work, until I feel good to be out there rather than home with my wife. Sometimes, I'm just looking for something that I can settle outside the house because I'm bored staying at home.

Throughout the marriage, I will never go out if not with the deceased. What else to hang out at night with old friends. Until one time I joined like a car and motor club.

More excuses for me to meet that friend and friend. At first the late was quiet, long time ago he started complaining that he was bored at home alone. But I don't care. Sometimes she cries because she's small with me. But everytime she cries when she fights or gets discouraged, I never cared about her. Realized that he fell asleep with tears on the cheek.

Yes, I know I'm a bad husband. I used to do her with service like a princess, then I snatched all of them. From a gentle husband, I turned into a lion when fighting.

I will ignore him. I'd be rude to him. My hands are starting to touch his body (that's if he started it first). Until sometimes I feel like my partner with him is gone.

We fight a lot. And most of them are caused by his attitude that is too jealous. But that was the time he lived. When he's gone, then I'll realize. He's not jealous but he wants me to be a good husband. He wants the best for my world and my afterlife. Allah, I am sinning.

I confess, I am hard to keep my eyes open. When both of you come out, and there's a beautiful woman who passes in front of us, my eyes will be amazed by the beauty of the Even though my wife is beside me. And my wife is very beautiful too.

But I never realized all that. For me it's normal that men like to look at beautiful women. I didn't know that my wife was saddened by my attitude. The late always greets. But I just don't know. Until one time the deceased hasn't told me anymore, maybe he's tired of the same thing. I don't know how to be grateful. I have never felt enough with what I have. While the deceased is enough

To be honest, I'm also hard to keep my eyes from looking at illegal things. Sometimes I watch the video too much. But the spirit never knew. Until one day when she was pregnant for 3 months, I was caught. At that time he was so sad, until he got migraine and got admitted to the ward because of pre eclampsia.

I was so worried about the baby at that time. And it was the last time I saw that cruel thing. I swear to myself that I won't watch the devil's bait anymore. I don't know why, my wife is halal for me to come to me anytime but the prostitute on the website is also what I want to see. Whereas t
While the wife is prettier than all that. I am despicable. I am indeed a sinner

From the other day, I saw the wife awake at night prayer. I know, he complains to Allah about me. I know, he woke up to pray for me for the goodness. That's all I knew after he was gone. After he left. After all it's too late.

A week ago she left, I cleaned her clothes luggage. And I found a thick book. I thought it was his study notebook. Apparently the diary is full of notes from starting to marry me until the last day before admitted to the ward to give birth.

I read all. My tears are broken. I feel that time I want to dig back the grave of my late I want to hug him, I want to kiss him, I want to apologize. I have sinned with him.

′′ Brother, why do you look at all that. Love is there if you wish? Maybe it's a pity that you don't like the actress in the video of the crazy video I'm sorry if I don't know how to treat me, until I find satisfaction through that way.

Ya Allah, please give guidance to my husband. Brother, may Allah protect you from illegal opinion. May my heart and faith be strong okay. It's okay, dear, please pray for me every night and every kneel dear. ′′ ′′

′′ It's jealous looking at brother looking at that woman just now. It's really beautiful. But unfortunately I've tried it and it's better to make it beautiful when I'm out with

One piece by one piece I turn into the sheet. From as small to small as big as he says everything in the book. Now I'm aware, I haven't paid attention to him all this time. And there's one expression in the book that reminds me of the early moment of the late pregnancy.

′′ Brother brother! I think this is a baby! Me emmm emm je. Eyes keep on facing hp. Tired of hearing him whining, I put my hand on his stomach. But the eyes are still stuck on the phone screen. And all the sadness he expressed in the book. I heard him crying that night but I don't care. I never wanted to persuade him if he cried. What else to ask why. Allahu.. I'm so cruel. I never cared what she felt.

I read a lot in the late diary. No wonder he got pre eclampsia (high blood pressure during pregnancy). Even though it's only a year of corn and this is the first baby. Apparently he's stressed out and thought about me. All this while without me realizing it, he hid all the posts on Facebook that contain bad elements or sexy women's pictures. How much he wants to take care of and help me be good.

I am evil. I never had another woman. But I torture her feelings and emotions. From what I read, she seems to be very paranoid, thinking of what I saw on her phone related to women, other women, or not. I don't blame her. This is all my fault. I never thought about her feelings. I take everything trivial, all small. While he suffered a big suffering.

I still remember a few days before he admitted to the ward to give birth. When he wanted to go down to buy food, he had time to joke around. Brother, I miss listening to my brother say ′′ you walk well. If someone disturbs me, shout out my name loudly ". I was so soft and romantic with him. But I don't know where all that went. It's not the spirit that he misses the old me. But I never cared.

Now, everything is gone. All that is left is memories. Memories that can't bring back anything. And the spirit left me with our children. Nur Amsya Imani. The face is very similar to the spirit. Every time I look at the face of this heavenly child, every time the face of the deceased is imagined in the eyes Allah.. how am I going through the coming days.

Really, I'm quiet. And now I only understand the meaning of silence that my wife has been talking about all this while staying at home alone. No wonder he hasn't slept yet, and wait for me to come back even though it's midnight. Apparently he can't sleep when I'm not beside me

I lost everything. I have lost my solehah wife who always pray for my goodness. I've lost my wife who has been my booster all this time. I miss riding a motorbike with you, dear.. like I got married early.

At 1 am you invite me to round the park. I miss joking with you. Come back dear.. I promise I won't be with my friends anymore. I promise I won't face my phone for 24 hours. I promise that I don't look at other women anymore. I promise :(.

Crying tears of blood. The spirit will never return. I don't want to order a lot. But take my story as a teaching. Please take it as a teaching. Don't let it be late, then you regret it. I'm sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.Translated

Kalau ayah tak ambik berat,lelaki lain akan buat..

Sampai satu masa,anak perempuan akan datang perasaan segan dengan ayah.Ada sesetengah perkara yang dia rasa cuma boleh cakap dengan mak sahaja.

Selalunya masalah ni lagi kritikal kalau waktu kecilnya ayah jarang luang masa berkualiti dengan anak-anak perempuan.

Ada tak bermaksud ada.

Tubuh ada.Tapi main handphone,tak berbual,tak tanya khabar,tak peluk cium,tak ajar mengaji,takda buat aktiviti apa pun dengan anak...sama macam tiada.

Anak-anak faham kalau ayah memang tiada dirumah.Tapi,kalau ada macam tiada,memang boleh mengundang bahaya.

Masalah kritikal ni lebih meruncing kalau sudahlah ayah jarang luang masa berkualiti bersama,anak cuma asyik ditegur dan dimarah.Mereka makin menjauh hati.

Simpan semua gadjet.Televisyen juga.

Banyakkan beraktiviti dengan anak perempuan.
Main kad,bersukan,melukis,ajar anak baiki paip,pergi pasar.
~Supaya dia tak cari aktiviti diluar rumah dengan orang lain.

Banyakkan memuji anak perempuan.
'Awak cantik'.
'Pandai masak nasi'.
'Suka tolong ibu'.
'Pandai jaga adik.'
~Supaya dia tak termakan pujian lelaki lain.

Banyakkan beli hadiah untuk anak perempuan.
Tudung,barang sekolah,mainan,barang keperluan.
~Supaya dia tak rasa ingin dengan hadiah dari tangan orang lain.

Banyakkan pegang tangan anak perempuan masa berjalan.
Di pasaraya,ke masjid,diatas jalanan,di tempat orang ramai.
~Supaya tidak lagi rasa perlu untuk dapat perlindungan dari lelaki lain.

Biasakan bergurau dan menasihati anak perempuan dengan kata-kata yang baik dan manis.
'Kakak wanita solehah'.
'Tutuplah aurat elok-elok'.
'Nanti malaikat lindung'.
'Allah sayang sebab kakak budak baik'.
~Supaya hatinya sentiasa diisi dengan tarbiah yang tak putus sebagai peringatan dari seorang ayah.

Biasakan teman anak perempuan ke tandas awam.
Tempat asing,stesyen minyak,rumah orang,pasaraya.
~Supaya dia rasa ayah sentiasa ada untuk jaga keselamatan dia.

Nampak macam dimanjakan dan tak pandai jaga diri sendiri.

Tapi ironinya...

Anak perempuan yang dekat dengan ayah selalunya lebih kuat semangat dan berani.Mereka tahu ayah mereka akan sentiasa jadi pelindung dan penyokong mereka yang paling utama.

Yang benar,
Seorang Ummi.
Kredit : Siti Suryani Yaakop
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If dad doesn't take weight, other men will do it..

For one time, girls will come to feelings of shame with dad. There are some things he feels can only talk to his mother.

This problem is often critical if when he was a child dad rarely spent quality time with the girls.

There is no meaning to exist.

The body exists. But playing with handphone, not chatting, not asking about news, not hugging kisses, not teaching, not doing any activity with children... same as nothing.

Kids understand that dad is not home. But, if there is nothing, it can invite danger.

This critical problem is more greedy if dad rarely spends quality time together, the child is always reprimanded and scolded. They're getting away with the heart.

Keep all the gadgets. Television as well.

Have a lot of activities with girls.
Play cards, sports, draw, teach kids to fix pipes, go to market.
~ So that he doesn't look for activities outside the house with others.

More praising the daughter.
'You are beautiful'.
'Good at cooking rice'.
'Like to help mom'.
' Be smart to take care of brother. ' '
~ So he doesn't eat other men's praise.

More gifts for girls.
Hoods, school items, toys, needs.
~ So that he doesn't feel like wanting to be gifts from other people's hands.

Hold more hands of girls while walking.
At the market, to the mosque, on the streets, in the public places.
~ In order to no longer feel the need to get protection from another man.

Get used to joking and advising a daughter with kind and sweet words.
'Solehah'.
'Cover the aurat well'.
'Later the guardian angel'.
' Allah loves you because you're a good boy '.
~ So that his heart is always filled with unbroken tarnish as a reminder from a father.

Get used to my daughter's friend to the public toilet.
Foreign places, oil stations, people's houses, supermarket.
~ So that he thinks daddy is always there to keep his safety.

Looks pampered and can't take care of yourself.

But the iron is...

Daughter close to dad is always stronger and courageous. They know their dad will always be their ultimate protector and supporter.

For real,
A Ummi.
Credit: Siti Suryani Yaakop
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《SPARK-AGAIN》
Ash flame / 焰火餘燼
作詞 / Lyricist：aimerrhythm
作曲 / Composer：永澤和真
編曲 / Arranger：玉井健二、 百田留衣
歌 / Singer：Aimer
翻譯：澄野（CH Music Channel）
意譯：CH（CH Music Channel）
English Translation: CH（CH Music Channel）

背景 / Background - Memory - tarbo:
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中文翻譯 / Chinese Translation :
https://home.gamer.com.tw/creationDetail.php?sn=4911625

日文歌詞 / Japanese Lyrics :
うらぶれたシグナル　無暗に光らせ
果てない迷路　進んだってどうせ
a 9 days wonder　絡まった旋律
解かぬままリピートしたら　いつまでも　疼いて痛い

満ち足りない
変わりはしない？　この世界
心したいようにして　吠える勇気は　微塵もないくせに
愛されたい
すがろうとしてるの？　もういいって
澱んでくだけの思いこそ解けば

夜を撃つ　サイレン　夢想への SOS
全部　朽ち果てていいから
透き通った一瞬を　呼び覚ましてよ
ねえ　ここから　Ash flame　宿して抗え
どんな無様でも手を伸ばせ
苦い笑みも　ひび割れたくらいじゃ　壊れやしない

ぐしゃぐしゃ　丸めて心を　捨てようとして
的外れのまま　耐えるのには長すぎる滑走路
託されたい　変えようとしてるよ　どうしたって
だからお願い　あのフレイズを繋いでみせて

ぼやけたシグナル　両手にあつめて
急かすように　紡ぎだしたストーリー
a 9 days wonder　真夜中の不文律
ひとつも置いていかないよ　いつまでも　抱いていよう

夜を穿つ　サイレン　瞬くは SOS
どんなに　汚れ　削られても
夢という怪物は　美しいんだよ
何度でも　Ash flame　宿して刃向かおう
誰に追われても構わない
過ぎし日の cloud nine　宿命果たすまで　絶やさないよ

中文歌詞 / Chinese Lyrics :
落下深淵的破舊信號燈，僅是毫無意義與規律地閃爍著
心中不存在終點的迷宮，無論如何前進也無法改變
僅需曇花一現般的短暫，便能呈現內心糾纏成結的雜亂旋律
若不解開而任其肆意反覆迴響——便將深藏心頭隱隱作痛

「還不滿足嗎？」
「難道連一點變化都沒有嗎？這無趣的世界。」
內心故作在意一般，卻連一絲回過頭喊叫的勇氣都沒有
「我僅是渴望被愛。」
「現在還在乞求能夠被拯救嗎？差不多夠了吧？」
若能將陷至水底深淵的思緒解開的話——

在這夜晚響徹的鳴笛，將劃破夜空為夢想呼救
哪怕一切早已腐朽枯涸也無妨
在萬物沉寂，而能聽見聲音的那一瞬喚醒我吧
聽我說，就從現在起，哪怕此身由焰火餘燼所成，仍不畏抵抗
即便那是多麼不堪入目的模樣，只要伸出手——
就算僅能迎來苦澀的強顏歡笑，也不會只因些許裂痕而盡數毀壞消逝

想將蜷曲成團、早已碎裂崩壞的內心捨棄擲出
卻難以擲中目標，看來膽怯而緩和衝擊的跑道仍太過冗長
希望能受到託付，故仍試著改變紊亂的心，難道不行嗎？
所以，就拜託你了，請將那纏繞我心的旋律一同繫起

早已模糊不清的老舊信號燈，就用這雙手收集四溢的光芒吧
如此朦朧，彷彿受催促而編撰出的故事般破碎
曇花一現般消逝，於午夜的月光下不成文形
哪怕早已四散，我也不會拋下任何事物離去。不論何時，我都會緊抱所有

在這夜晚響徹的鳴笛，將轉瞬穿過夜空呼救
不論染上多少汙穢、不論被剝奪了多少
曾名為「夢想」的怪物，仍是如此令人著迷
我將不斷地化作焰火餘燼，緊握利刃奮力前行
即便遭遇他人追趕阻卻也無妨
為了重拾逝去的欣喜過往，在抵至命運終點之前，我永不停歇

英文歌詞 / English Lyrics :
The falling shabby signal recklessly sparkles.
There's no meaning keep walking in this endless maze.
A 9 days' wonder with tangled rhythm.
If you don't untie it and just let it repeatedly playing, you only receive more pain in the end.

Not satisfied.
"Still no changes in this world, huh?"
As if keeping in mind, yet I don't possess any courage to yell it out loud.
I want to be loved.
"Still begging for help? It's enough."
If I can release all those emotions precipitating like dregs in the deepwater...

The siren that blasts through the night is the SOS sent from a dream.
I don't mind if it has already died in obscurity.
Call and wake me the moment when everything is clear.
Hey, I'll resist like the ash flame existing in my body from now on.
No matter how clumsy I may look like, I'll reach out my hand.
Even if the result is a bitter laugh, it won't break just by some cracks.

I have thrown this twisted, broken heart away.
Yet I can't hit my aim, the runway that endures impact seems to be too long.
I want to be reliable; I want to change no matter what. What's wrong with that?
So please, help me connect with that phrase.

The fuzzy signal I collected with my hand.
It's obscure as if the story that fabricated abruptly.
A 9 days' wonder with midnight's unwritten law.
I won't leave anything behind; I'll hold them forever.

The siren that pierces through the night is the instant SOS.
I don't care how much it has been tainted or deprived.
The monster called "dream" is fascinating.
I'll move forward with the knife like the ash flame existing in my body, again and again.
I don't care who tries to chase and stop me.
I won't let the flame die until I fulfill my fate and regain those bygone days of cloud nine.