うめきUmeki

言葉kotobaでde私watashiをwo話してもhanashitemo、、私watashiでdeはwaないnaiからkara

Even if you speak of me in words, it isn't me

私watashiがga空っぽkarappoにniなってしまったnatte shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Have I become empty

心kokoroをwo言葉kotobaでde話してもhanashitemo砂sunaのnoお城oshiroみたいmitaiでしょうdeshou

Even if you speak of the heart in words, it's like a castle of sand

私watashiはwa幽霊yuureiにniなってしまったnatte shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Have I become a ghost

赤色akairoをwo赤akaとto話してもhanashitemo赤akaはwa見えていないmiete inaiけどkedo

Even if you call red "red," you can't see the red, and yet

あなたanataはwa私watashiをwoわかってしまったwakatte shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Have you come to understand me

私watashiがga私watashiをwo話すhanasuたびtabi私watashiがga減るheruみたいだmitai da

Every time I speak of myself, I seem to shrink

私watashiはwa鉛筆enpitsuにniなってしまったnatte shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Have I become a pencil

くちなしkuchinashiのno香りkaoriをwo起こすokosuようにyou ni

As if awakening the scent of gardenias

春haruをwo行けyuke、、私watashiのno嵐arashiのno歌utaよyo

Go through spring, my storm song

向かうmukauままmamaにni靡けnabike、、一房hitofusaのno花hanaのno音neよyo

Stream on where you're headed, sound of a cluster of flowers

あなたanataがga月tsukiとto表すarawasuあれare、、白いshiroi殻karaみたいだmitai daなna

The thing you call the moon — it looks like a white shell

誰かdarekaがga卵tamagoをwo砕いてしまったkudaite shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Did someone crack the egg

言葉kotobaでde桜sakuraをwo描いてもegaitemo桜sakuraでdeはwaないnaiのにnoni

Even if you draw cherry blossoms in words, they aren't cherry blossoms, and yet

私watashiのno心kokoroはwa動いてしまったugoite shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Has my heart been moved

あなたanataはwa私watashiをwo描いてしまったegaite shimattaのnoですdesuかka

Have you drawn me

くちなしkuchinashiのno香りkaoriをwo起こすokosuようにyou ni

As if awakening the scent of gardenias

夏natsuをwo行けyuke、、吹き荒べfukisusabe嵐arashiのno歌utaよyo

Go through summer, rage on, storm song

土用波doyounamiにni揉まれmomare風下kazashimoへe、、嵐arashiのno歌utaよyo

Tossed in the midsummer waves, downwind, storm song

秋akiをwo行けyuke、、私watashiのno嵐arashiのno歌utaよyo

Go through autumn, my storm song

向かうmukau冬fuyuにni開けhirake、、一房hitofusaのno花hanaのno音neよyo

Open toward the coming winter, sound of a cluster of flowers

春haruをwo行けyuke、、

Go through spring,

春haruをwo行けyuke、、私watashiのno嵐arashiのno歌utaよyo

Go through spring, my storm song