﹣Tied up days﹣

↺ devil's abode 

青白い光と灼熱の畳
すりガラス越しに流れる雲を見ていた
歪んだ扉にCRC
鳩の鳴き声が荒れ果てたベランダに響く
へこんだ壁に貼り付けた思い出
土曜日の掃除機と日曜日の快晴
終わりのない料理
ガラクタが溢れる台所
浮かんでは消える記憶をかき混ぜた夜
重い扉で閉ざされた空間に
緩やかな曲線を描きながら広がる眠気の帯が
次第に北の部屋に集まる
押し入れに隠したひみつ道具が
作り上げられた世界を打ち壊していく

Pale light and scorching tatami
I was watching the clouds pass through the frosted glass
CRC on the distorted door
The cries of pigeons echo on the dilapidated balcony
Memories pasted on a dented wall
Vacuum cleaning on Saturday and sunny weather on Sunday
endless cooking
A kitchen full of junk
A night that stirred up memories that floated and disappeared
In a space closed with a heavy door
A band of sleepiness spreads out in a gentle curve
Gradually gather in the north room
A secret tool hidden in the closet
Destroying the world that has been created

↺ ripples on the ocean floor

深い海の底に漂うみたいに重い音を
暗闇の部屋で聴いた
小さな光が弾けて落ちて
記憶のかけらが空へと向かう
脳を包む眠りのベールを解くために
追いかけた音色
扉の内側で企てられる遊び
切れそうな細い糸を
手繰り寄せて繋ぎ止めた真夜中
炎の部屋で火災報知器が鳴り響く朝に
天井を見つめて空想を繰り返した
足早に行き交う人々の声
便箋に書き殴った文字
インクが切れたボールペン
黒いビニール袋の爆弾と
錆び付いた狂気が生んだ苦痛を
消し去るため迷い込んだ世界で
物質主義と情報が遮断された空間を
埋め尽くして溢れていくのを見ていた

In a dark room, I heard a heavy sound that sounded like it was floating at the bottom of the deep sea.
A small light bursts and falls, and the fragments of memory head towards the sky.
The tone I chased to lift the veil of sleep that wraps around my brain
The play planned inside the door
In the middle of the night, I pulled together a thin thread that was about to break and tied it together.
In the morning when the fire alarm goes off in the burning room
I stared at the ceiling and repeated my fantasies.
The voices of people rushing back and forth
letters scribbled on notepaper
Ballpoint pen running out of ink
To erase the pain caused by black plastic bag bombs and rusty madness.
In the world I got lost in
I watched as materialism and information overflowed, filling the blocked spaces.