ROMANJI
sore de wa saa katarimashou ka nanbaa sebun
e? haa?
Ikki ichiyuu kako mo mirai mo
nee nee
Kaidanjou urifutatsu tsutawaru kage
Higenjitsu ni mazaru amai kajitsu
naisho naisho gutai nashi
Shiganai ohanashi
hai hai
Saisan itte kikasetatte
hora hora
Shiku hakku mattaku motte kiicha inai na
Shosen wa uwasabanashi moushuu no kengen sa
naisho naisho kitai nashi
Shiranai kobanashi
juufuu gou mitai na e soragoto wo asa hiru ban
Rokkon shoujou wa oroka sodatanai kagamigusa
Nanse nakute nanakuse nante fukanzen de mikansei dakara
Agaiterun da
amaneku kotoba yaiba furikazashite warau uso no kamen wo kabutte
Kimi wa hitori dareka no tame ni kizutsuite
tsumi to batsu no sono hazama daremo inai ano basho ni wa
Kitto irun da
Saa katarimashou ka nanbaa sebun
ano ne naishobanashi
“dokoka de kiita kimi to dake no himitsu dakara”
yomaigoto ni magireta hidoku moroi shinjitsu de sae mo
Tabun itsuka no uwasabanashi sou iu koto ni shite
naisho naisho gutai nashi
Shiganai ohanashi
icchou isseki bakari de minogashite iku ninomai
Chousan boshi de katasukashi ichi, ni, san, shi
Mirai misaki minai kagami shijima meisei no kachi
Ichi ka bachi ka tsunawatari tte hachi wa nai daro?
yottsu you sura kuireba shiku de hakku sa
Hikuteamata nana koronde bachi ga ataru
Oide oide kiki kaikai
Waga mi yakuse mada ni fukanzen de mikansei dakara
Mogaiterun da
amaneku kotoba yaiba furikazashite toboke warai uso wo kasanete
Zutto inashi heiki na furi shite gomakashita
tsumi to batsu no sono hazama potsuri hitori ano basho ni wa
Kitto irun da
kako wo kakushi na wo fusete tsukasadoru unmei no saki
Ichido kaetan dakara mata kaete yarou ze
douka douka to inotte sugaru saki de tsukitsukerareta
“nanimo kawaranai yo” sono kotae nara joutou da
amaneku kotoba yaiba furikazashite warau uso no kamen wo kabutte
Kimi wa hitori dareka no tame ni kizutsuite
tsumi to batsu no sono hazama daremo inai ano basho ni wa
Kyou mo irun da
Saa katarimashou ka nanbaa sebun
Nee oshiete yo tsuzuki wo
KANJI
それではさぁ語りましょうか 七番目(ナンバーセブン)
え？ はぁ？
一喜一憂 過去も未来も
ねぇ ねぇ
階段状 瓜二つ 伝わる影
非現実に混ざる甘い果実
内緒 内緒 具体無し
しがないお話
はいはい
再三言って聞かせたって
ほらほら
四苦八苦 全くもって聞いちゃいないな
所詮は噂話 妄執の顕現さ
内緒 内緒 期待無し
知らない小話
十風五雨みたいな絵空事を朝昼晩
六根清浄はおろか育たない鏡草
なんせ無くて七癖なんて不完全で未完成だから
足掻いてるんだ
普く言葉 刃振り翳して 笑う嘘の仮面を被って
君は独り 誰かの為に傷ついて
罪と罰のその狭間 誰も居ないあの場所には
きっと居るんだ
さぁ語りましょうか 七番目(ナンバーセブン)
あのね 内緒話
“何処かで聞いたキミとだけの秘密だから”
世迷言に紛れた 酷く脆い真実でさえも
多分いつかの噂話 そういう事にして
内緒 内緒 具体無し
しがないお話
一朝一夕ばかりで見逃していく二の舞
朝三暮四で肩透かし 一、二、三、死
未来御先(みさき)見ない鏡 静寂(しじま)名声の価値
一か八か綱渡りって八番目(はち)は無いだろ？
四つ葉すら悔いれば四苦で八苦さ
引く手数多 七転んで罰が当たる
おいでおいで奇々怪々
我が身八癖 未だに不完全で未完成だから
足宛いてるんだ
普く言葉 刃振り翳して 恍け笑い嘘を重ねて
ずっと往なし 平気なフリして誤魔化した
罪と罰のその狭間 ぽつりひとりあの場所には
きっと居るんだ
過去を隠し名を伏せて 司る運命の先
一度変えたんだからまた変えてやろうぜ
どうかどうかと祈って 縋る先で突きつけられた
「何も変わらないよ」その答えなら上等だ
普く言葉 刃振り翳して 笑う嘘の仮面を被って
君は独り 誰かの為に傷ついて
罪と罰のその狭間 誰も居ないあの場所には
今日も居るんだ
さぁ語りましょうか 七番目(ナンバーセブン)
ねえ 教えてよ 続きを
ENGLISH
Let's talk about it, shall we? Number seven.
Huh? Huh?
The ups and downs, both past and future.
Hey, hey.
A staircase-like, identical shadow.
A sweet fruit mixed with unreality.
Secret, secret, without specifics.
Just a trivial story.
Yes, yes.
Even if you say it repeatedly.
Come on, come on.
Struggling, not really listening at all.
After all, it's just gossip, the manifestation of obsession.
Secret, secret, without expectations.
An unknown anecdote.
Like the wind and rain, morning, noon, and night.
Not even the six senses, just a mirror grass that won't grow.
After all, lacking, having seven faults, is incomplete and unfinished.
So I'm struggling.
Casually, words are wielded like a blade, wearing a mask of laughter and lies.
You're alone, hurting for someone else.
In the gap between sin and punishment, in that place where no one is,
I'm sure you'll be there.
Let's talk about it, shall we? Number seven.
Hey, it's a secret.
"Because it's a secret I heard somewhere, just between you and me."
Even the severely fragile truth, hidden in the midst of idle talk,
will probably become a rumor someday. Let's just say that.
Secret, secret, without specifics.
Just a trivial story.
Missing the point in just a moment,
a repeat of the same mistake.
Misleading with morning and evening, one, two, three, death.
A mirror that doesn't look into the future, the value of silence and fame.
There's no eighth in a tightrope walk of one or eight, is there?
If you regret even a four-leaf clover, it's a struggle with many hardships.
Falling seven times, getting up eight times.
Come, come, bizarrely.
My own eight faults are still incomplete and unfinished,
so I'm struggling.
Casually, words are wielded like a blade, overlaying laughter and lies.
Always pretending to be okay, hiding behind a smile.
In the gap between sin and punishment, in that solitary place,
I'm sure you'll be there.
Hiding the past, concealing the name, beyond the fate that governs,
since it changed once, let's change it again.
Please, please, praying desperately, confronted with what I cling to,
"If nothing changes, that's fine," if that's the answer, it's fine.
Casually, words are wielded like a blade, wearing a mask of laughter and lies.
You're alone, hurting for someone else.
In the gap between sin and punishment, in that place where no one is,
you're there today too.
Let's talk about it, shall we? Number seven.
Hey, tell me the rest.
SC : LyricalNonsens