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MISIA, "Aoi Tsukikage" { kanji / romaji / translation }

Artist: MISIA
Song Title: 蒼い月影 (Aoi Tsukikage; Blue Moonlight)
Album: NEW MORNING
Track Number: 3
Released: 2014
Lyrics By: MISIA

Requested by chrisk69.

Kanji Romaji English Translation
真冬の空をかけていく 
乾いた風によく似た
あなたの優しい声が 
聞きたくなる 真っ白な夜

だって 振り向けば 今もそこに 
変わらぬ 景色あるようで
夢か現実 それとも幻か 
まるで 壊れた時計みたいだよね

砕け散った 願いなのになお 輝いて
まるで 美しい 思い出に見えてしまうの
ガラスみたいね 拾い集めた欠片
知らず 知らずに 心を 傷つけて

黄昏の海に浮かぶ 
時間を止めた月影
雲間に隠した願い 
宵の闇に探した 星屑

自分の涙に 気を取られて 
大事な人の悲しみに
気づけぬような 弱さなどいらない 
時計の針を この手で動かしてく

傷つくことに 慣れてしまいたくない
もろく儚い夢を壊したとしても
蒼い月影 全て暴いてしまえ
夜のくちづけ 孤独が見つけた夢

傷つくことを 怖れてしまいたくない
生きる強さを 愛してゆく強さを
過ぎ去った後に 残るものに いつしか
ほんの少しの真実が見えるまで
mafuyu no sora o kakete iku
kawaita kaze ni yoku nita
anata no yasashii koe ga
kikitaku naru masshiro na yoru

datte furimukeba ima mo soko ni
kawaranu keshiki aru you de
yume ka genjitsu soretomo maboroshi ka
maru de kowareta tokei mitai da yo ne

kudake chitta negai na noni nao kagayaite
maru de utsukushii omoide ni miete shimau no
garasu mitai ne hiroiatsumeta kakera
shirazu shirazu ni kokoro o kizutsukete

tasogare no umi ni ukabu
jikan o tometa tsukikage
kumoma ni kakushita negai
yoi no yami ni sagashita hoshikuzu

jibun no namida ni ki o torarete
daiji na hito no kanashimi ni
kizukenu you na yowasa nado iranai
tokei no hari o kono te de ugokashiteku

kizutsuku koto ni narete shimai takunai
moroku hakanai yume o kowashita toshite mo
aoi tsukikage subete abaite shimae
yoru no kuchizuke kodoku ga mitsuketa yume

kizutsuku koto o kowarete shimai takunai
ikiru tsuyosa o aishite yuku tsuyosa o
sugisatta nochi ni nokoru mono ni itsushika
honno sukoshi no shinjitsu ga mieru made
Resembling the dry wind
dashing through the midwinter sky,
I longed to hear your soft voice
on that pure white evening.

When I look back,
that unchanged scenery seems to still be there.
Whether this dream is reality or illusion,
it's quite like a broken watch.

Even though it's a shattered wish, it still shines.
I can see it in the beautiful memories.
It's like glass, and as I gather the fragments,
it unknowingly, unknowingly wounds my heart.

Floating in a sea of twilight,
as the moonlight stopped time,
the stardust searched in the darkness
for my wish hidden between the clouds.

Without realizing the sorrow of those important to me,
I was preoccupied with my own tears;
I don't need such a weakness,
as I move the clock hands with these hands.

I don't want to get used to getting hurt.
Even if this fragile, fleeting dream has been broken,
the blue moonlight will expose everything.
With an evening kiss, loneliness found a dream.

I don't want to be afraid of getting hurt.
I will be unaware of what remains
after the strength to live and the strength to love,
until I can see just a little bit of truth.
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