doushite doushite naite umarete
itsuka nakarete hoshi ni natteikundarou
bokura wa doushite doushite osowattenai noni
namida no nagashikata wa shitterundarou
afureru shizuku wa taema naku sosogareta aijou no akashi de
michibikareru mama yuruyaka ni sotto tsutattekitanda
kokoro kara karada e karada wa kokoro e
tsuranaru ikutsumo no karamiatta rasen no moyou
sono hitotsu hitotsu ni mirai ga mieta nara nagameteiru kono sora mo
hora uchuu ni mieru
doushite doushite tsuki wa itsudemo
nanimo iwanaide yami o terashiteirundarou
bokura wa doushite doushite kodou no kazu ni
kagiri ga aru tte no o shitteite muda ni shichaundarou
mune ni kakaeteiru utsuwa no ookisa ni kachi o midasunjanakute
sono naka ni aru netsu o obita tane ni “inochi” o kanjitai
donna ni me o korashite jibun o miyou to shitemo
boyakete yoku mienai ya sono uchi miushinatteshimau
sagaseba sagasu hodo chirakashiteshimau nara miyoumimane datte kono te de
sou tsukureba ii
ikiru tte iu koto sore wa kitto sukoshizutsu tebanashiteiku koto
saigo no hitotsu o ushinau sono toki soba ni ite namida o kureru hito ga iru
sore de ureshii
kokoro kara karada e karada wa kokoro e
tsuranaru ikutsumo no uketsugu rasen no moyou
kurikaesareteku koto ga eien dato omoeta toki me no mae no keshiki subete ga
ima, uchuu ni natta
Lyrics English
Why, oh why, are we born crying,
Then someday made to cry again, before we go on to become stars.
Why, oh why, though we weren’t ever taught,
Do we know how to shed tears?
The drops that well up are an unending symbol of lavished love;
As they are led along, they make themselves known softly… gently.
From heart to body… as body becomes heart,
With all the many intertwined spiral formations involved.
If we can see the future in each and every one, even this sky we’re gazing upon,
Will seem as part of the cosmos.
Why, oh why, does the moon,
Never say a thing as it illuminates the darkness.
Why, oh why, though we know there’s a limit to our heartbeats,
Do we still spend them wastefully?
Rather than trying to assign value based on the size of the vessels we hold in our chests,
I’d rather try to feel the “life” coming from the warmed seeds within.
No matter how much we squint our eyes, trying to see ourselves,
It’ll still be too blurry to make out… until we lose track of it completely.
If the more we search, the more it will fall to pieces, even acts of imitation,
Yes, are better off created by our own hands.
What it means to live life, surely, is to let go little by little…
Then at the moment you lose your last, there’s someone by your side to give you their tears;
With that alone, we’re happy.
From heart to body… as body becomes heart,
With all the many inherited spiral formations involved.
From the moment we perceived of this repetition as eternity, all of the scenery before our eyes,
Became part of the cosmos.