More songs by OFFICIAL HIGE DANDISM
Description
Love here sounds not like a smooth line, but like a spilled watercolor - spots, smudges, unpredictable shades. Words stumble, break off mid-sentence, but this only makes them more honest: confessions like blots on a letter, but so vivid that you want to reread them.
The music draws you into this uneven world - with its gray streets, cosmic darkness, and soft light that suddenly appears nearby. This is not a story about perfection, but about how two imperfect worlds intertwine, lose their shape, and still find their rhythm. And it is precisely in this awkwardness that what we want to call love is born, even if the word is still not fully agreed upon.
Lyrics and translation
Original
僕が見つめる景色のその中に君が入ってか ら変わり果てた世界はいつもそつなく こなした日々の真ん中不思議な引力に逆らえず崩 れてくI loveなんて言いかけてはやめて
I love,
I love 何度も高ま る愛の中 変わる心情の中燦然 と輝く姿はまるで水槽の中 に飛び込んで溶けた絵の具みたいなイ レギュラー一人じゃ何一つ気づけなかっただろ うこんなに鮮やかな色彩に普 通のことだととぼける君に言いかけ たI loveその続きを贈 らせて 見 えないものを見て笑う君のことをわからない 僕がいる美しすぎて目が眩ん でしまう今も劣等感に縛られて生きている
I love,
I love 不格好な結び目I love,
I love 手探りで見つけてI love, your love 解いて絡まって僕は繰り返してる何度 もレプリカばかりが飾られた銀 河カーテンで作られた暗 闇嘆く人もいない鼠色の街の中 でI loveその証を抱きしめて喜び も 悲しみも句読点のない想いも完全に分かち合うように 曖昧に悩みながらも認め合えたな ら重なる愛の中 濁った感情の中 瞬きの僅かその合間に 君がくれたプレゼントはこのやけに優しい世界 だイレギュラー一人じゃ何一つ気 づけなかっただろうこんなに大切な光 に普通のことだととぼける君に 言いかけたI loveその続きを贈らせて受け取り 合 う僕ら 名前もない夜が更けてい く
English translation
The world that has completely changed since you entered the scenery I gaze at has always been so graceful In the middle of the days I've been able to resist the mysterious gravitational pull, I'm falling apart Don't try to say "I love you"
I love,
I love In the midst of love that grows over and over again, in the midst of changing hearts, the way you shine brightly is like the paint that has jumped into a tank and melted I'm an irregular I wouldn't have noticed a single thing by myself I was about to say to you that it's normal to see such bright colors, but let me give you a continuation of that I love You smile at something you can't see I don't understand that you're so beautiful that I'm blinding Even now, I live bound by a sense of inferiority.
I love,
I love the awkward knot,
I grope to find I love, I love, your love, unravel and tangle, and I repeat over and over again In the darkness made of a galaxy curtain decorated only with replicas In a gray town with no one to mourn I embrace the proof of I love As if we can completely share joy, sadness, and feelings without punctuation marks If we were able to acknowledge each other even though we were vaguely troubled In the midst of our overlapping love, in our muddy emotions, in the slightest interval between blinks The present you gave me is this extremely kind world. Irregular. If I were alone, I wouldn't have noticed a thing. I was about to say, "I love you," to you, who thought it was normal. Let me give you a continuation of that, and accept it. We, the nameless night, are drawing on.