ゆりかご

=Lyrics=  「7番目の記憶」

ゆりかごの中　まどろむように

たゆたう季節(とき)は　暁の春

爽やかな風　鳥の歌声

暖かな灯(ひ)は　揺れる木洩れ日

岬へと続いてる　なだらかな道･･･

すれ違う人　朗らかな声

言葉を交わす　穏やかな午後

静かに眠る　幼い坊や

「ぐずつきもせず　良い子なんです」と

母親は誇らしげに　微笑んでいる･･･

「忘レモノハ在リマセンカ…？」

幸せそうな在りし日の影(シャドー)　繰り返される幻想の日々

狂気に気付いても誰が言えよう

抱いているその子は『もう骨になってる』と･･･

「ゆりかごに抱かれるような、忘却の眠りを」

女は今日も我が子の亡骸を抱いてさまよう･･･

「ゆりかごに抱かれるような、忘却の眠りを」

揺らぐ水底　思い出さない方が幸せな忘れ物･･･

「ゆりかごに抱かれるような、忘却の眠りを」

少年と少女がそれをも喪失(ロスト)と呼ぶのなら･･･

「ゆりかごに抱かれるような、忘却の眠りを」

その日の空は　何処までも蒼く澄み渡るだろう･･･

「ゆりかごに抱かれるような、忘却の眠りを」

 The Seventh Memory…

Like slumbering softly in a cradle,

The Season of Spring dawns and wanders by

The wind blows a gentle breeze as the birds sing

A warm light streams through the leaves of the trees

A gentle slope leads down towards the cape…

People pass by, their cheerful voices ring

Words are traded back and forth during this calm, peaceful afternoon

A young boy who sleeps quietly

"He's such a good child, he doesn't even fuss!"

His mother smiles proudly…

Perhaps you have forgotten something...?

Phantoms [Shadows] of happier days shuffle past, a repeating never-ending fantasy

Who can tell her the truth, even when it's so evident?

Her child embraced in her loving arms says "I've already reduced to bone"...

The sleep of oblivion, as if being embraced by a Cradle

Even to this day, the woman wanders about, with her child's corpse in her arms…

The sleep of oblivion, as if being embraced by a Cradle

In the wavering, watery bottom, Certain Things are better off left forgotten...

The sleep of oblivion, as if being embraced by a Cradle

If the boy and the girl were to even call that [Lost]

The sleep of oblivion, as if being embraced by a Cradle

Then the sky of that day would stretch out into the clear azure forever...

The sleep of oblivion, as if being embraced by a Cradle