Blank

手のひらte no hiraのnoなかnaka

Inside the palm of my hand

小さなchiisa na光hikariのnoようなyou na

Like a tiny light —

特別tokubetsuなんだnandaとto謳えるutaeru夢yumeをwo見つけてmitsukete

I found a dream I can call something special

私watashiのno意味imiをwoうっすらussura繋いでいるtsunaideiru

Faintly holding together the meaning of my existence

脆くmoroku弱いyowai夢yume

A fragile, brittle dream

誰かdarekaがgaのぞけばnozokeba壊れてkowareteしまうshimau

That would shatter if anyone looked too close

何もnani mo嵌まらないhamaranai

Nothing fits

何もnani mo埋まらないumaranai

Nothing fills

私watashi以外igaiはwa□□□□

Everything but me is □□

名前namaeもmo無いnaiのnoにni飾られないkazararenaiわwa

With no name, there's nothing to be adorned with

無名mumeiのnoプロトタイプpurototaipu

An unnamed prototype

瓦礫garekiのno塔touにni

In a tower of rubble

曖昧aimaiなna意味imiをwo

Wanting to give vague meaning

形katachiにni変えたがるkaetagaruのnoはwa

A shape —

同じonajiとto知ってshitte

Is it because I know we're the same

孤独kodokuをwo和らげたいyawaragetaiから？kara?

And want to ease the loneliness?

私watashiはwa好きsukiもmo嫌いkiraiもmo分からないwakaranai

I don't know what I like or dislike

ただtadaこれkore以外igaiにni伝えるtsutaeru手段shudanをwo持たないmotanaiだけdake

I simply have no other way to say it

のみこむnomikomuたびtabiにni

Every time I swallow it down

吐き出すhakidasuたびtabiにni

Every time I let it out

少しずつsukoshi zutsu満ちたmichita□□□□

Little by little, □□ filled

名前namaeをwoつけたらtsuketara誰かdareka見つけてmitsukete

If I gave it a name, maybe someone would find it

今imaじゃなくてja nakuteもmo

Not now —

何百年nanbyaku nenあとato

Hundreds of years from now

私watashiがgaいなくてinakuteもmo

Even after I'm gone

何naniをwo埋めたらumetara

What would I need to fill

何naniでde満たせばmitaseba

What would I need to be filled with

そこsokoへe行けるikeruのno

To get there

作り続けてtsukuri tsuzukete

Kept creating

満たし続けてmitashi tsuzukete

Kept filling

何度nandoもmo出会うdeau□□□□

Meeting □□ again and again

名前namaeもmo無いnaiのnoにni飾られないkazararenaiわwa

With no name, there's nothing to be adorned with

無名mumeiのnoプロトタイプpurototaipu

An unnamed prototype

瓦礫garekiのno塔touにni

In a tower of rubble

それでもsore demo絶え間なくtaemanaku

And still, without end