More songs by AKASAKI
Description
There is something in this sound that reminds me of old cassette tapes - the ones you rewound with a handle until the tape almost broke from impatience. Nostalgia here is not like weary sadness, but like summer, with its smell of asphalt and lemonade, where you feel both ashamed and sweet at the same time. A girl with a dream runs forward, clutching her “old songs” to her chest, as if they could protect her from everything that is falling apart around her.
And even if there are no answers, even if every day is like the same morning after a sleepless night, the running continues anyway. In these rhythms there is a desperate “whatever will be, will be,” in the voice there is a silver light, and in the heart there is a stubborn desire not to let go of summer, even if it has long since become an enemy.
Lyrics and translation
Original
夢見る少女はこの先ずっと、懐メロを抱えて 走る。 忌まわしき夏と共に。
怠惰 な日々の繰り返し。 故に背徳感に振り返り。
酷く澄ん でしまったかさぶたに。
雲に散ってしまいそう な音に。 夢や思いを乗せて。
喜んだ日々忘れるの。 銀色の身体へ。
夢見る少女はこの先ずっと、懐メロを抱えて走る。
答えは見当たらない。 伸び止まらない。
この先どうにかなるさって言った。
夢のひとかけらの 中で。
忌まわしき夏と共に。
だんだ ん 萎む心の中に。 しょうがないね。
うつ むいてる未来の君はさ、気さくに前を見た。
折 れてしまうような日々だってずっと、懐メロを抱えて 走る。
混沌もにざくはしゃいで音楽を舞 う。
夢見る少女はこの先ずっと、懐メロを抱えて走る。
忌まわ しき夏を叫べ。
懐 メ ロを抱えて。
English translation
A dreaming girl will forever run with her nostalgic melodies in her arms. Along with the disgusting summer.
Repeated lazy days. Therefore, I look back on my sense of immorality.
For scabs that have become extremely clear.
It sounded like it was going to scatter into the clouds. Carry your dreams and thoughts.
I'll forget the days when I was happy. Towards a silver body.
A dreaming girl will forever run with her nostalgic melodies in her arms.
I can't find the answer. It never stops growing.
I said, ``What will happen from now on?''
Inside a piece of a dream.
Along with the disgusting summer.
My heart is slowly shrinking. It can't be helped.
The future you, who was looking down, looked ahead casually.
Even on days when I feel like I'm going to give up, I'll keep running with my nostalgic melodies in my arms.
Chaos dances to music with noisy fun.
A dreaming girl will forever run with her nostalgic melodies in her arms.
Shout out to the abominable summer.
Carrying a pocket memo.